Quotes from Khaled Hosseini

He remembers how terrified Zabi was of manholes when he was little, walking wide, clumsy circles around them.

women who were killing themselves out of fear of being raped, and of men who, in the name of honor, would kill their wives or daughters if they'd been raped by the militia. Aziza

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.

There is only one, one skill a women like you and me needs in life, and they don't teach it in school. Look at me. Only one skill. And it's this: tahamul. Endure.

Pân? am ajuns eu în pia??, soarele aproape coborâse în spatele dealurilor, iar amurgul picta cerul în purpuriu È™i roz.

Once, watching an old film, Lemar had asked Idris if he had been alive back when the world was in black and white. The memory brings a smile. He kisses his sons' cheeks.

without complaint, her grace not sullied but shaped by the turbulence that washes over her. Already Laila sees something behind this young girl's eyes, something deep in her core

Bah, of course not. But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle. Vous comprenez? Like you have missed the beginning of a story and now you are in the middle of it, trying to understand.

Insa Maya continua sa poarte negru pentru ca exista un fel de doliu care nu se termina niciodata. Dupa cum exista si sentimente si amintiri care nu se sterg niciodata. Doar se estompeaza cu timpul. Nu mai incerca sa scape de trecut, din moment ce acesta era fundamentul pe care se ridicau prezentul si viitorul.

In my experience, men who understand women as well as you seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.

ask for my hand." "That's

Mungkin aku berdiri di tempat itu kurang dari sepuluh menit, namun, hingga hari ini, aku merasa bahwa menit-menit yang berlalu pada saat itu adalah menit-menit yang terpanjang dalam hidupku. Detik-detik berjalan dengan sangat lambat, jedanya bagaikan seumur hidup. Udara terasa berat, lembab, hampir-hampir padat. Aku bernapas menghirup bata. Baba terus menatapku, dan tidak menawarkan diri untuk membaca ceritaku.

I can't help but see the wariness, the effort, the impatience. I can't help but see two people together out of a sense of genetic duty, doomed already to bewilder and disappoint each other, each honor-bound to defy the other.

Do you have it in you? To what? To use this thing. To kill with it. For you, he said. I'd kill with it for you, Laila.

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

Dig beneath a beautiful piece of writing [...] and you will find all manner of dishonor.

He had a face right out of film noir, a face meant to be shot in black and white, parallel shadows of venetian blinds slashing across it, a plume of cigarette smoke spiraling beside it.

With the passing of time, she'd tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long dead. There would come a day when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory's grip. She would not miss him as much as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion.

As soon as she was in Mariam's arm, Aziza's thumb shot into her mouth and she buried her face in Mariam's neck. Mariam bounced her stiffly, a half-bewildered, half-grateful smile on her lips. Mariam had never before been wanted like this. Love had never been declared to her so guilelessly, so unreservedly.

I've read, Monsieur Boustouler, 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. That was how I felt, disoriented, suspended in confusion, stripped of my compass.

Las malas hierbas del desierto siguen con vida, pero la flor de primavera florece y se marchita.

La perspectiva es un lujo que sólo pueden permitirse las mentes que no están atormentadas por un enjambre de demonios.

In my experience, men who undestand women as well as you seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.

The cuts stung and didn't heal for a couple of weeks, but I didn't mind. They were reminders of a beloved season that had once again passed to quickly.