Shantaram!

• I dont know what frightens me more, the power that crushes us, or our endless ability to endure it (Karla)
• Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything exept 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 of the worst wrongs, were caused by people who tried to change things (Karla)
• Happiness is a myth. it was invented to make us buy things (Karla)
• And I looked at the men, the brave and beautiful men beside me, running into the guns and God help me for thinking it, and God forgive me for saying it, but it was glorious, it was glorious, if glory is a magnificient and raptured exaltation. It was what love would be like, if love were a sin. It was what music would be, if music could kill you. And I climbed a prison wall with every running step.
• Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow. And in the tiny precious wisdom they give to us, even those dreaded and hated enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be.
• You can never tell what people have inside them, until you start taking it away
• A dream is a place where a wish and a fear meet. When the wish and fear are exactly the same, we call the dream a nightmare.
• Silence is the tortured mans revenge
• If fate doesn't make you laugh, you just don't get the joke
• Men reveal what they think when they look away, and what they feel when they hesitate. With women, it’s the other way around.
• News is about what people do. Gossip is about how they enjoyed doing it. (Didier)
• Nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.
• There’s no meanness too spiteful or too cruel, when we hate someone for all the wrong reasons.
• Every virtuous act has some dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can’t be solved.
• Guilt is the hilt of the knife that we use on ourselves, and love is often the blade; but it’s worry that keeps the knife sharp; and worry that gets most of us, in the end.
• 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 instead is that we won’t stop loving them, even after they are dead and gone.
• The biggest problem with corruption as a form of government, is that it works so well.
• One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.
• You do what God should do: you give me a reason to live. You give me a reason to love the world.
• 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.
• 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.
• 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 be in an instant, while I was chained to a wall and being tortured
• The simple and astonishing truth about India and Indian people is that when you go there, and deal with them, your heart always guides you more wisely than your head. There’s nowhere else in the world where that’s quite so true.
• If you stare into its cold dead eye, the camera always mocks you with the truth…It was impossible to tell from that photo how much those men had loved to laugh, and how readily they’d smiled…only my own eyes stared back at me as I held the picture in my bandaged hands, and remembered the names of the men leaning together in the ragged lines.
• I was a revolutionary who lost his ideals in heroin, a philosopher who lost his integrity in crime, and a poet who lost his soul in a maximum security prison. When I escaped from that prison, over the front wall, between two gun towers, I became my country’s most wanted man. Luck ran with me and flew with me to India, where I joined the Bombay mafia. I worked as a gunrunner, a smuggler, and a counterfeiter. I was chained on three continents, beaten, stabbed and starved. I went to war. I ran into the enemy guns. And I survived, while other men around me died. They were better men than I am, most of them; better men whose lives were crunched up in mistakes, and thrown away by the wrong second of someone else’s hate, or love, or indifference. And I buried them, too many of those men, and grieved their stories and their lives into my own.
• There's a truth deeper than experience. It's beyond what we see, or even what we feel. It's an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever, and the reality from the perception. We're helpless, usually, in the face of it; and the cost of knowing it, like the cost of knowing love, is sometimes greater than any hear would willingly pay. It doesn't always help us to love the world, but it does prevent us from hating the world. And the only way to know that truth is to share it, from heart to heart, just as Prabhakar told it to me, just as I'm telling it to you now.
• Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we've loved them, left them, or fought them.
• That's how we keep this crazy place together - with the heart.... India is the heart. It's the heart that keeps us together. There's no place with people, like my people, Lin. There's no heart like the INDIAN HEART.
• 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 realized, somehow, through the screaming in 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 its all you have got, that freedom is a universe of possibility. And the choice you make, between hating and forgiving,can become the story of your life.
• I know now that it's the sweet, sweating smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and its a sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love.
• The sane man is simply a better liar than an insane man.
• A good man is as strong as the right woman needs him to be.
• Fate always gives you two choices, the one you should take, and the one you do.
• Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser than failure or clearer than sorrow.
• You are not a man until you give your love, truly and freely to a child. And you are not a good man until you earn the love, truly and freely, of a child in return”
• Being in love we often pay no attention whatsoever to the substance of what lover says, while being intoxicated to ecstasy by the way its said”
• Optimism is the first cousin of love, and its exactly like love in three ways; its pushy, it has no real sense of humor and it turns up where you least expect it.
• The real trick in life is to want nothing, and to succeed in getting it.
• People always hurt us with their trust. The surest way to hurt someone you like is to put all your trust in him.”
• Mistakes are like bad loves, the more you learn from them, the more you wish they’d never happened. - Karla

The Dark Knight!

• madness is lik gravity.......it jus needs a lil push..!!
• You remind me of my father, I hated my father.
• Why don't we cut you up into little pieces and feed you to your pooches? Hmm? And then we'll see how loyal a hungry dog really is. It's not about money. It's about sending a message
• good evening ladies n gentlemen.....we r tonight's entertainment.!
• I use a knife because guns are too quick. Otherwise, you can't savor all the emotions. You know who people are in their last moments
• Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was....a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife,"Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth. "Lets put a smile on that face!" And..... Why so serious?
• Some men are not trying to be logical. They can't be bought, bullied or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.
• You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
• Batman : let her(rachel) go
  Joker : Very wrong choice of words
• So, you're saying that you think your billionaire boss is a vigilante who spends his nights beating criminals to a pulp with his bare fists. And you want to blackmail this man? Good luck with that
• evening............................commissionerrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!
• I am like a dog chasing the cars.... I don't know what would I do if i catch one
• You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness...and I won't kill you because...you're just too much fun.
• If you're good at something, never do it for free.
• I just want my phone call.
• What does not kill you, simply makes you.... stranger!
• You just couldn't let me go could you? This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. You truly are incorruptible aren't you? You won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness, and I won't kill you, because you're just too much fun. I think you and I are destined to do this forever.
• Introduce a little anarchy, you upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. I am an agent of chaos. And you know the thing about chaos, Harvey? It's fair, unprejudiced.
• he is the hero that the city deserves,but not the hero the city needs right now.

Tell me Ma...

Tell me Maa, What did you used to tell me when i insisted for something I could not have? How did you make me forget that car I wanted to own or that airplane I wanted to fly? How did you do that? Tell me Ma, coz I wanna tell myself those things again... I wanna trick myself, wanna forget things I can't n won't be able have!!!

Tell me Maa....


----Unknown author-----

Fountainhead

* Toohey: "Why don't you tell me what you think of me?"
Roark answers: "But I don't think of you."

* Roark : It must be something wrong with this world that the monstrous feeling of pity is considered to be a virtue.

* Toohey : Do not get up to erase all shrines, people will be frightened. Enshrine mediocrity and the shrines will be erased.

* Gail Wynand : "Build it as a monument to that spirit which is yours...and could have been mine."

* It's not possible to kill a man's self respect, we can only kill one's pretence at it

* One evening he spoke. Sitting at her feet, his face raised to her, he allowed his soul to be heard. "My darling, anything you wish, anything I am, anything I can ever be... That's what I want to offer you -- not the things I'll get for you, but the thing in me that will make me able to get them. That thing -- a man can't renounce it -- but I want to renounce it -- so that it will be yours -- so that it will be in your service -- only for you."

* Don't help me or serve me, but let me see it once, because I need it. Don't work for my happiness, my brothers - show me yours- show me that it is possible- show me your achievement- and the knowledge will give me courage for mine.

* "You'd rather not hear it now?But I want you to hear it.We never need to say anything to each other when we'retogether.This is- for the times when we won't be together.I love you,Dominique.As selfishly as the fact that I exist.As selfishly as my lungs breathe air.I breathe for for my own necessity,for the fuel of my body,for my survival.I've given you,not my sacrifice or my pity,but my ego and my naked need.This is the only way I can want you to love me.If you married me now,I would become your whole existence.But I would not want you then.You would not want yourself- and so you will not love me long.To say 'I love you' one must know first how to say the 'I'.The kind of surrender I could have from you now would give me nothing but empty hulk.If I demanded it, I'd destroy you. That's why I won't stop you.I'll let you go to your husband.I don't know how I'll live through tonight,but I will.I want you whole,as I am,as you'll remain in the battle you've chosen.A battle is never selfless".


* No man likes to be beaten. But to be beaten by the man who has always stood as the particular example of mediocrity in his eyes, to start by the side of this mediocrity and to watch it shoot up, while he struggles and gets nothing but a boot in his face, to see the mediocrity snatch from him, one after another, the chances he’d give his life for, to see the mediocrity worshipped, to miss the place he wants and to see the mediocrity enshrined upon it, to lose, to be sacrificed, to be ignored, to be beaten, beaten, beaten--not by a greater genius, not by a god, but by a little amateur, do you think the Spanish inquisition ever thought of a torture to equal this?


* Keating- " how do u always manage to decide?"
Roark- "How can u let others decide for u? Don't you know what you want? How can you stand it, not to know?"

Atlas Shrugged

* Iswear by my life and love of it that i will not live for the sake of another man nor ask him to live for me

* It was the greatest sensation of existence : Not to trust but to know!

* Degrees don't matter : one doesn't bargain about inches of evil!

* Never let pain win its ultimate victory : Never allow it to make you loose the desire for joy...

* Honest ppl are never touchy about the matter of being trusted

* Celebrations are meant for people who've got something to celebrate

* My life is highest of values, too high to give up without a fight!

* Your fear of death is not a love of life and will not give u the knowledge to keep it....

* "...if you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders--what would you tell him to do?"

"...what would you tell him to do?"

"To shrug."

Dead Poets Society

O Captain! My Captain!

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring.
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up! For you the flag is flung, for you the bugle trills:
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths, for you the shores a-crowding:
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning.
O Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won!
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead