Quotes from Khaled Hosseini

Es ist besser von der Wahrheit verletzt als mit einer Lüge getröstet zu werden.

A society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated.

El corazón de un hombre es miserable. No es como el vientre de una madre. No sangra, ni se ensancha para hacerte sitio.

Because it always falls on the sober to pay for the sins of the drunk.

The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born.

Mariam longed to place a ruler on a page and draw important-looking lines

Exploitation to finance a beach house in Hawaii was one thing. Doing it to feed your kids was another.

You? You've always been a tourist here, you just didn't know it.

I want to scream again, and I remember that last time I felt this way, riding with Baba in the tank of the fuel truck, buried in the dark with other refugees. I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my leg blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away. There will be no other reality tonight.

So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one. But just the one. Don't either of you ask me for more. It's late, and we have a long day of travel ahead of us, Pari, you and I. You will need your sleep tonight. And you too, Abdullah. I am counting on you, boy, while your sister and I are away. So is your mother. Now. One story, then. Listen, both of you, listen well. And don't interrupt.

The truth was no. The lie was yes. I settled for something in between. I don't know.

He loathed Jimmy Carter, whom he called a "big-toothed cretin." In 1980, when we were still in Kabul, the U.S. announced it would be boycotting the Olympic Games in Moscow. "Wah wah!" Baba exclaimed with disgust. "Brezhnev is massacring Afghans and all that peanut eater can say is I won't come swim in your pool.

Zendagi migzara

Znaš li ti, uop?e, koliko te je Bog napravio jakom? Koliko jakom i dobrom te je napravio?

It was Homaira and me against the world. And I'll tell you this, Amir jan: In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things.

Rekla je da je istina u nepromjenjivosti matemati?kih istina, nedostatku proizvoljnosti i odsustvu dvosmislenost. U saznanju da odgovori mogu biti neuhvatljivi, ali ih je mogu?e prona?i. Bili su tamo, ?ekaju?i da budu ispisani na tabli. Nimalo nalik životu, drugim rije?ima, kazao je.

Kinderen zijn geen kleurboeken. Je kunt ze niet met je lievelingskleuren inkleuren.

Mammy's heart was like a pallid beach where Laila's footprints would forever wash away beneath the waves of sorrow that swelled and crashed, swelled and crashed.

No one snaps our composure quite like someone we love.

She wished she could visit Mariam's grave, to sit with her awhile, leave a flower or two. But Laila sees now that it doesn't matter. Mariam is never very far. She is here, in these walls they've repainted, in the trees they've planted, in the blankets that keep the children warm, in these pillows and books and pencils.

Jika kau sudah hidup selama aku, kau akan mengerti bahwa kekejaman dan kemuliaan hanyalah nuansa yang berbeda dari warna yang sama.

I always thought clichés got a bum rap. Because, often, they're dead-on.

And despite the eyeliner, and the lipstick that defines her lips, she has a face now that a passerby's gaze will engage and then bounce from, as it would a street sign or a mailbox number. ...this is what aging is...

But for a moment, standing there with Tariq in the sunlight, it was as though those years had never happened. Her parents deaths, her marriage to Rasheed, the killings, the rockets, the Taliban, the beatings, the hunger, even her children, all of it seemed like a dream, a bizarre detour, a mere interlude between that last afternoon together and this moment.