Sick of Love

from Shantaram by Gregory David Roberts

Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end that’s all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that’s all we have – to hold on tight until the dawn.

Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. Some things are so sad that only your soul can do the crying for them.

Loves are like that. You heart starts to feel like an overcrowded lifeboat. You throw your pride out to keep it afloat, and your self-respect and independence. After a while, you started throwing people out – your friends and everyone you used to know. And it’s still not enough. The lifeboat is still sinking, and you know it’s going to take down with it. I’ve seen that happen to a lot of girls. That’s why I’m sick of Love.

Sometimes you have to surrender before you win.

If fate doesn’t make you laugh, then you just don’t get the joke.

I take everything personally- that’s what being a person is all about.

Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting.

Be true to love where ever you find it, and be true to yourself and everything that you really are.