Download shantaram a novel or read online here in PDF or EPUB. Please click button to get shantaram a novel book now. All books are in clear copy here, and all files are secure so don't worry about it. Shantaram is a 2003 novel by Gregory David Roberts, in which a convicted Australian bank robber and heroin addict who escaped from Pentridge Prison flees to India. The protagonist Lindsay (according to the book, Roberts' fake name) arrives in Bombay carrying a false passport in the name of Lindsay Ford.
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“She loved the guy. She did it for him. She would’ve done anything for him. Some people are like that. Some loves are like that.
Most loves are like that, from what I can see. Your heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and your independence. After a while you start throwing people out—your friends, everyone you used to know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s going to take you down with it. I’ve seen that happen to a lot of people here.
I think that’s why I’m sick of love.” ― Gregory David Roberts. “It took me a long time and most of the world to learn what I know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it came to me in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured. I realised, somehow, through the screaming of my mind, that even in that shackled, bloody helplessness, I was still free: free to hate the men who were torturing me, or to forgive them.
It doesn’t sound like much, I know. But in the flinch and bite of the chain, when it’s all you’ve got, that freedom is an universe of possibility. And the choice you make between hating and forgiving, can become the story of your life.” ― Gregory David Roberts. “at first, when we truly love someone, our greatest fear is that the loved one will stop loving us. What we should fear and dread, of course, is that we wont stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone.
For i still love you with the whole of my heart. I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that i have and cant give to you, crushed the breast from my chest. Soemtimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.” ― Gregory David Roberts. “They’d lied to me and betrayed me, leaving jagged edges where all my trust had been, and I didn’t like or respect or admire them any more, but still I loved them. I had no choice.
I understood that, perfectly, standing in the white wilderness of snow. You can’t kill love.
You can’t even kill it with hate. You can kill in-love, and loving, and even loveliness.
You can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can’t kill love itself. Love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. Every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it’s a part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die.” ― Gregory David Roberts. “The truth is that there are no good men, or bad men,' he said. 'It is the deeds that have goodness or badness in them. There are good deeds, and bad deeds.
Men are just men - it is what they do, or refuse to do, that links them to good and evil. The truth is that an instant of real love, in the heart of anyone - the noblest man alive or the most wicked - has the whole purpose and process and meaning of life within the lotus-folds of its passion. The truth is that we are all, every one of us, every atom, every galaxy, and every particle of matter in the universe, moving toward God.” ― Gregory David Roberts.
“For this is what we do. Put one foot forward and then the other. Lift our eyes to the snarl and smile of the world once more. Add our little consequence to the tides of good and evil that flood and drain the world. Drag our shadowed crosses into the hope of another night. Push our brave hearts into the promise of a new day.
With love; the passionate search for truth other than our own. With longing; the pure, ineffable yearning to be saved. For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on.” ― Gregory David Roberts.