Quotes from Khaled Hosseini

You're afraid, Nana, she might have said. You're afraid that I might find the happiness you never had. And you don't want me to be happy. You don't want a good life for me. You're the one with the wretched heart.

Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. Remember that Mariam.

for you a thousand time ever.

A lot of kids died. Dysentery, TB, hunger—you name it. Mostly, that damn dysentery. God, Laila. I saw so many kids buried. There's nothing worse a person can see.

She would never leave her mark on Mammy's heart the way her brothers had, because 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.

Aku dan Baba tinggal di rumah yang sama, namun dalam dimensi yang berbeda. Layang-layang adalah lembaran setipis kertas yang bisa menyatukan kedua dimensi itu.

turned out that, like Satan, cancer had many names.

Forgive? But theft was the one unforgivable sin, the common denominator of all sins. 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. There is no act more wretched than stealing.

Habíamos disfrutado de un efímero buen momento (no eran tantas las veces que Baba hablaba conmigo, y mucho menos teniéndome sentado sobre sus piernas) y había sido idiota al desperdiciarlo.

field. I'll meet you there.

Almost ten years. 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.

Thinking of him, of the anguish of his final days, and my own helplessness in the face of it, makes everything I have done, everything I wanted to do, seem as unsubstantial as the little vows you make yourself as you're going to sleep, the ones you've already forgotten by the time you wake up.

Probabil c? am stat acolo cam un minut, dar mi s-a p?rut cel mai lung minut din viaÈ›a mea. Secundele se târau încet, desp?rÈ›ite de o eternitate. Aerul se f?cea tot mai greu, devenind aproape solid. SimÈ›eam c? nu mai pot s? respir. Baba a continuat s? m? È›intuiasc? cu privirea, f?r? s? se ofere s? citeasc?.

The Hindi kid would soon learn what the British learned earlier in the century, and what the Russians would eventually learn by the late 1980s: that Afghans are an independent people.

Zindagi Migzara

It is that too." She said there was comfort to be found in the permanence of mathematical truths, in the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answers may be elusive, but they could be found. They were there, waiting, chalk scribbles away. "Nothing like life, in other words," he said. "There, it's questions with either no answers or messy ones.

Aprenda isso de uma vez por todas, filha: assim como uma bússola precisa apontar para o norte, assim também o dedo acusador de um homem sempre uma mulher à sua frente. Sempre. Nunca se esqueça disso, Mariam.

Let's fly," he said.

Pelajaran adalah hal yang berharga bagi anak laki-laki.

You can summon them in your time of need, and they won't fail you. God's words will never betray you, my girl.

She said, 'I'm so afraid.' And I said, 'Why?,' and she said, 'Because I'm so profoundly happy, Dr. Rasul. Happiness like this is frightening.' I asked her why and she said, 'They only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something from you

that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

Campionatul de vân?toare de zmeie era un vechi obicei de iarn? în Afganistan. Începea dimineaÈ›a devreme È™i nu se termina pân? când pe cer nu mai r?mânea, plutind, decât zmeul câÈ™tig?tor.

Rahim Kan se echó a reír. —Los niños no son cuadernos para colorear. No los puedes pintar con tus colores favoritos.