Quotes About Friendship

In Tariq's grimace, Laila learned that boys differed from girls in this regard. They didn't make a show of friendship. They felt no urge, no need, for this sort of talk... Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.

I laughed. Clutched him in a hug and planted a kiss on his cheek. What was that for? he said; startled, blushing. I gave him a friendly hug, smiled. You're a prince, Hassan. You're a prince and I love you.

But they were wasting their time. Because Hassan stood with his arms wide open, smiling, waiting for the kite. And may God—if He exists, that is—strike me blind if the kite didn't just drop into his outstretched arms.

For you, a thousand times over (Bareh tu hazar dafa)

And so it was that, about a week later, we crossed a strip of warm, black tarmac and I brought Hassan's son from Afghanistan to America, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty.

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.

Itukan hanya mimpi Amir agha. Dalam mimpi kita bisa melakukan apa saja - Hassan

She suddenly realizes that she may not know how to live without Masooma. She doesn't know if she can. How will she bear the days when Masooma's absence feels like a far heavier burden than her presence ever had? How will she learn to tread around the edges of the big gaping hole where Masooma had once been?

Untukmu keseribu kalinya - Hassan si pengejar layang-layang berbibir sumbing

she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother.

The previous year, Baba had surprised Hassan with a leather cowboy hat just like the one Clint Eastwood wore in The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly—which had unseated The Magnificent Seven as our favorite Western.

Winter was every kid's favorite season in Kabul, at least those whose fathers could afford to buy a good iron stove. The reason was simple: They shut down school for the icy season. Winter to me was the end of long division and naming the capital of Bulgaria, and the start of three months of playing cards by the stove with Hassan, free Russian movies on Tuesday mornings at Cinema Park, sweet turnip qurma over rice for lunch after a morning of building snowmen.

Seseorang yang sebelumnya menyemir sepatumu, tidak mungkin menjadi 'saudara perempuanmu' keesokan harinya.

And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last.

Masalahku adalah selalu ada seseorang yang berjuang untukku.

When Laila saw the article, she'd thought of her childhood friends Giti and Hasina, and Hasina saying, By the time we're twenty, Giti and I, we'll have pushed out four, five kids each. But you, Laila, you'll make us two dummies proud. You're going to be somebody. I know one day I'll pick up a newspaper and find your picture on the front page.

Inshallah he said. Inshallah, I echoed, though the God willing qualifier didn't sound as sincere coming from my lips. That was the thing with Hassan. He was so goddamn pure, you always felt like a phony around him.

Se volvió hacia mí. De su cabeza rapada caían algunas gotas de sudor. —¿Crees que yo te mentiría, Amir agha?

I'll put it on my table where I keep my drawings, Hassan said. His saying that made me kind of sad. Sad for who Hassan was, where he lived. For how he'd accepted the fact that he'd grow old in that mud shack in the yard, the way his father had.

Hubo muchas razones por las que me desplacé a Hazarajat en 1986 con el objetivo de encontrar a Hassan. La más importante de ellas, que Alá me perdone, era que estaba solo.

Khaled Hosseini

Bagaimana dia bisa dengan begitu mudah membaca pikiranku, sementara aku tidak tahu setengah pun dari isi kepalanya? Padahal akulah yang mengenyam bangku sekolah, yang bisa membaca dan menulis. Akulah yang pintar. Hassan tidak mampu membaca buku pelajaran untuk kelas satu, namun dia mampu membaca banyak hal yang tersembunyi dalam diriku. Meresahkan memang, tapi rasanya cukup nyaman memiliki seseorang yang selalu mengetahui kebutuhanmu.

Kembali ke Kabul bagaikan bertemu kembali dengan seorang teman lama yang telah terlupakan dan mendapatinya hidup menderita, jatuh miskin dan menggelandang.

Hassan returned the smile. Except his didn't look forced. "I know," he said. And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.