The cities, the roads, the countryside, the people I meet - they all begin to blur. I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.— Khaled Hosseini
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hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
J’aurais dû être plus gentille—I should have been more kind.
That is something a person will never regret. You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person. You will never think that.
And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.
Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.
I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded;
not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.
A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.
Tariq tucked the gun into the waist of his denims.
Then he said a thing both lovely and terrible. "For you," he said. "I'd kill with it for you, Laila.
Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.
Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.
True redemption is...when guilt leads to good.
A society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated.
Whether you do something or decide to do nothing, either way, you are making a moral choice. And I hope people make the right one.
Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone.
Everyone is an ocean inside. Every individual walking the street. Everyone is a universe of thoughts, and insights, and feelings. But every person is crippled in his or her own way by our inability to truly present ourselves to the world.
When you kill a man, you steal a life.
You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.
People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
Marriage can wait, education cannot.
If there's a God out there, then i would hope he has more important things to attend to than my drinking scotch or eating pork.
Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.
Now, no matter what the mullah teaches, there is only one sin, only one.
And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft.
I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.
You can not stop you from being who you are.
Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life.
I learned that the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.
It so happens that the major relationships in the novel [The Kite Runner] are between men, dictated not by any sort of prejudice or discomfort with female characters, but rather by the demands of the narrative.
I have a theory about marriage, Monsieur Boustouler.
And it’s that nearly always you will know within two weeks if it’s going to work. It’s astonishing how many people remain shackled for years, decades even, in a protracted and mutual state of self-delusion and false hope when in fact they had their answer in those first two weeks.
Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.
There are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood.
yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways and move them to overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism
I've read that if an avalanche buries you and you're lying there underneath all that snow, you can't tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.
A man's heart is a wretched, wretched thing.
It isn't like a mother's womb. It won't bleed. It won't stretch to make room for you.
It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.
It's tremendous what can happen when suddenly you make an emotional connection.
Yes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?
Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.
You're gutless. It's how you were made. And that's not such a bad thing because your saving grace is that you've never lied to yourself about it. Not about that. Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is... God help him.
I think novelists, when they write their books, end up having occasionally serving a purpose and playing roles that they never really fully either intended or even understood.
He said that if culture is a house, then language was the key to the front door;
to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, without a proper home or a legitimate identity.
A sudden happiness catches me unawares.
I feel it trickling into me, and my eyes go liquid with gratitude and hope.
At last, she makes her choice. She turns around, drops her head, and walks toward a horizon she cannot see. After that, she does not look back anymore. She knows that if she does, she will weaken.
One time, when I was very little, I climbed a tree and ate these green, sour apples. My stomach swelled and became hard like a drum, it hurt a lot. Mother said that if I'd just waited for the apples to ripen, I wouldn't have become sick. So now, whenever I really want something, I try to remember what she said about the apples.
I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.
I don't know what this feather means, the story of it, but I know it means he was thinking of me. For all these years. He remembered me.
Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.
The Chinese say it's better to be deprived of food for three days than tea for one.