Quotes About Family

The wars had made fathers a rare commodity in Afghanistan.

I remembered how, as a boy, I would stew over all the things Mamá wouldn't do, things other mothers did. Hold my hand when we walked. Sit me up on her lap, read bedtime stories, kiss my face good night. Those things were true enough. But, all those years, I'd been blind to a greater truth, which lay unacknowledged and unappreciated

Ojalá recordaras las calles atestadas, con aquel olor a kibbeh frito, y los paseos que dábamos al atardecer con tu madre por la plaza de la Torre del Reloj.

Sometimes Laila wondered why Mammy had even bothered having her. People, she believed now, shouldn't be allowed to have new children if they'd already given away all their love to their old ones. It wasn't fair.

But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death. Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor. A receptacle for their myths. The parchment on which Mammy meant to ink their legends.

My eyes returned to our suitcases. They made me sad for Baba. After everything he'd built, planned, fought for, fretted over, dreamed of, this was the summation of his life: one disappointing son and two suitcases. Someone

Laila ascoltava, sperando che la mamma si accorgesse che lei, Laila, non era diventata una shahid, che era viva, lì, nel letto accanto a lei, e che come tutti nutriva una speranza per il proprio futuro. Ma Laila sapeva che il suo futuro non poteva competere con il passato dei fratelli. Le avevano fatto ombra da vivi, l'avrebbero cancellata da morti.

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.

pero lo que trato de decirte es que me has salido bueno. Has hecho que me sienta orgullosa de ti, Markos.

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.

B? không th? tin r?ng mình Ä'ang r?i b? Kabul. B? h?c ? Ä'ây, ki?m ???c công vi?c ??u tiên ? Ä'ây, tr? thành má»™t ng??i b? ? thành ph? này. Th?t l? lùng khi nghÄ© ??n chuy?n ch?ng bao lâu b? s? ng? dÆ°á»›i má»™t b?u tr?i thành ph? khác.

BUT WHEN THE time for good-byes came, the scene erupted precisely as Laila had dreaded. Aziza panicked.

Pari has not told the children about the suicide. They may learn one day, probably will. But they wouldn't learn it from her. She will not plant the seed in their mind, that a parent is capable of abandoning her children, of saying to them You are not enough. For Pari, the children and Eric have always been enough. They always will be.

entre las personas que se habían criado del mismo pecho existían unos lazos de hermandad que ni el tiempo podía romper.

I firmly believed that if I had picked up a rifle and gone on a murdering rampage, I would have still had the benefit of her unblinking love.

Khaled Hosseini

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.

Anak-anak harus mengetahui kehebatan ayah mereka.

For me, it ends here. There's nothing more I want. Everything I'd ever wished for as a little girl you've already given me. You and your children have made me so very happy. It's all right, Laila jo. This is all right. Don't be sad.

Idris thinks longingly of when they were small and helpless, so wholly dependent on him.

Kiss Aziza for me," she said. "Tell her she is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart. Will you do that for me?

and he has been a good son to me. I hope he proves…worthy

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.