Quotes About Hope

Khaled Hosseini

Then,mercifully darkness.

Ah, a storyteller," the general said. "Well, people need stories to divert them at difficult times like this.

La corda che ti salva dall'inondazione può diventare un cappio attorno al collo.

América era distinta. América era un río que descendía con gran estruendo, inconsciente del pasado. Y yo podía vadear ese río, dejar que mis pecados se hundieran en el fondo, dejar que las aguas me arrastraran hacia algún lugar lejano. Algún lugar sin fantasmas, sin recuerdos y sin pecados.

Kata Ayah, mimpi selalu punya arti.

Later, after Rasheed had dropped them off and taken a bus to work, Laila watched Aziza wave good-bye and scuff along the wall in the orphanage back lot. She thought of Aziza's stutter, and of what Aziza had said earlier about fractures and powerful collisions deep down and how sometimes all we see on the surface is a slight tremor.

When spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time.

Sempre più spesso mi sembra di aggirarmi senza meta, in attesa che qualcosa mi accada, qualcosa che cambierà tutto e verso cui tende tutta la mia vita.

There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

Come sospetto, la verità è che, malgrado le difficoltà insormontabili, tutti noi aspettiamo sempre che ci succeda qualcosa di straordinario.

Behind every trial and every sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.

La sola fuga possibile era allentare le redini della fantasia.

Emin olman?n tek yolu oraya geri dönmek.

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you'd love to be a hundred years old. I didn't know. I didn't know that you were ashamed of me.

Look at me. Mariam did. Only one skill. And it's this: tahamul. Endure. Endure what, Nana? Oh, don't you fret about that, Nana said. There won't be any shortage of things.

Laila lay there and listened, wishing Mammy would notice that she, Laila, hadn't become shaheed, that she was alive, here, in bed with her, that she had hopes and a future. 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

Khaled Hosseini

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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.

Pray God steers the vessel true, when the shores slip out of eyeshot and wee are a flyspeck in the heaving waters, pitching and tilting, easily swallowed.

The past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born. Huddled together in the dining room and waiting for the sun to rise, none of us had any notion that a way of life had ended.

Intotdeauna e mai dureros sa ai si sa pierzi, decat sa nu fi avut deloc.