“Live now, live today – don’t be bound by rules, live your own dream.”

If I talk to a girl, it’s assumed that I’m having a scene with her. If I don’t, then it’s assumed that I’m gay.

I don’t drink, fight & womanise. I am not a wife beater. I don’t do nude covers. I don’t have a 12-inch long you know what … I am quite boring.

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.

I want to spend the rest of my dreams with you.

So therefore I dedicate myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.

I think a dream is just a suggestion to start something out, do something.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

If only my heart were stone.

A man who doesn’t dream is like a man who doesn’t sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.

Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.