“The dreams I chased took me on a journey, a journey more rewarding than the goals.”

If you ask that question again ma’am, I will have to ask you your age.

Some people say,’Shah Rukh, you work so hard. Why don’t you sit back with a glass of red wine or go out on the terrace for a smoke?’ But that’s not me.

Everyone has their own way of expressing happiness.

Nothing beautiful happens without struggle.

I love being recognized, I love people liking me, I love the fact that people scream when I go out. I think I’ll miss all that when it’s taken away.

Your feelings are your Super powers.

It is not special to be special, it’s special to be ordinary.

There is no right time and right place for love, it can happen any time.

Sometimes you need to let people feel important by disliking you. It’s their little happiness.

I would want my children to grow up and do what they wish to in a field that they choose to step in. They should not have to use the shadow of their father’s name. I think that is a bit of a downer for a movie star’s children.

I don’t write cheques anymore because I end up signing them “with love, shah rukh”

I’ve won many awards and I want more. If you want to call it hunger then I’m hungry for awards.

My life may seem glamorous from the outside but off screen it’s as ordinary as anyone else’s.

I`d rather sink trying to be different, than stay afloat like everyone else.

Strength & Courage. Peace & Truth. Fertility & Growth. Life in Movement. My country stands for these values.

Like beauty, stardom too is skin-deep.

While he lives, he must think; while he thinks, he must dream.

The cinema has no boundary; it is a ribbon of dream.

When you stroll through Munich it can happen that you suddenly stand in front of an old house, an idyllically-dreaming church that smiles like a friendly anachronism into our modern time.

You ever be having a really good dream, and then, uh- right in the middle of the dream you wake up, right in the best part of the dream? And there you are, back in your stinkin’ life again? Man, that’s rough, eh?

To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.

Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.

In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.

In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.