The worst things that people do to us always make us feel ashamed. The worst things that people do always strike at the part of us that wants to love the world. And a tiny part of the shame we feel, w...
The truth is a bully we all pretend to like. I
The pages were dog-eared, and heavily annotated in Karla's own hand. (...) She consumed her books, I saw. She devoured her books, and was unafraid to mark them, even to scar them, with her own comment...
People say that money is the root of all evil. But it's not true. It's the other way round. Money isn't the root of all evil. Evil is the root of all money. There's no such thing as clean money. All t...
People say that love is the best thing in the world not power. But they are wrong. Love is the opposite of power and that's why we fear it so much.
Niewiele ludzi umiera w Indyjskim Domu Gościnnym, głównie tylko narkomany, takie chude. Dla was nie problem, wy takie piękne, wielkie, tłuste.
Manchmal lieben wir nur mit der Hoffnung. Manchmal weinen wir mit allem ausser Tränen. Und am Ende bleiben nur: Liebe und ihre Pflicht, Trauer und ihre Wahrheit. Am Ende haben wir nichts anderes - nic...
Love the truth that you find in the hearts of others. Always listen to the voice of love in your own heart
Listen, where are you going?’ ‘What?’ ‘Where
It’s unreasonable and unjustified, of course, but it’s always there, hiding in the long shadow thrown by envy.
In Prabaker’s way of courtship, a young man didn’t bring flowers or chocolates to the woman he loved: he brought her stories from the wider world, where men grappled with demons of desire, and monstro...
If you could be happy, really happy, for just a while, but you knew from the start that it would end in sadness, and bring pain afterwards, would you choose to have that happiness or would you avoid i...
If we can't respect the way we earn it, money has no value. If we can't use it to make life better for our families and loved ones, money has no purpose.
If fate doesn’t make you laugh, Karla said, in one of my first conversations with her, then you just don’t get the joke.
I think it is a part of growing up, learning to control our suffering.
I think I’d like a short, direct answer to every question,’ I replied, laughing. He raised an eyebrow at the foolishness of my flippant response and then shook his head slowly. ‘Do you know the Englis...
I hate it all,’ I sighed, sure in my own mind that the new war would change nothing: that wars can’t really change things. It’s peace that makes the deepest cuts, I thought.
I don’t like letters. Any dark past is a vampire, feeding on the blood of the living moment, and letters are the bats.
Cruel laughter is the way cowards cry when they’re not alone, and causing pain is how they grieve.
Compassion’s a very strange thing. It comes from deep inside. People know it when they see it, because you can’t fake it. I know. I’ve tried. I was terrible at it. I got sick, when I tried. I had to g...