One Word, Two Ways: Quote
I want this sweatshirt. I’d wear it all the time. Sometimes I come off so serious – here, in pictures and in person. It’s mostly not true. Occasionally, it is.
While reading the book Shantaram on my iPad, I took notes of some of my favorite quotes in the book. I thought maybe you would like to see them.
Guilt is the hilt of the knife that we use on ourselves, and love is often the blade; but it is worry that keeps the knife sharp, and worry, that gets most of us in the end.
There is no meanness too spiteful or too cruel than when we hate someone for all the wrong reasons.
Love goes on forever because love is born in the part of us that does not die.
Love makes men big, hate makes them small.
Everything you ever sense, in touch or taste or sight or even thought, has an effect on you that’s greater than zero.
We know who we are and we define what we are by references to the people we love and our reasons for loving them.
No love, is no life.
Love is the passionate search for 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 part of the universal good: it’s part of god, or what we call god and it can never die.
The only kingdom that makes any man a king is the kingdom of his own soul.
We carry oceans inside us, in our blood, in our sweat. And we are crying the oceans in our tears.
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