Quotes About Love

In her view, people, even if they had behaved deplorably in life, deserved a modicum of dignity in death. Especially family. - Marko's mother

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.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls. Laila

They feel wronged. they haven't been given their due. No one loved them enough. Of course they expect you to love them. They want to be held, rocked, reassured. But it's a mistake to give it to them. They can't accept it. They can't accept the very thing they're needing. They end up hating you for it. And it never ends because they can't hate you enough. It never ends - the misery, the apologies, the promises, the reneging, the wretchedness of it all.

She wondered what it would be like to live with him, to see him every day. She pictured herself handing him a towel as he shaved, telling him when he nicked himself.

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

Masalahku adalah selalu ada seseorang yang berjuang untukku.

May God grant you a long and prosperous life, my daughter. May God give you many healthy and beautiful children. May you find the happiness, peace, and acceptance that I did not give you. Be well. I leave you in the loving hands of God. Your undeserving father, Jalil

prayers, Laila knows, are Aziza's way of clinging to Mariam

Untuk kesabaran dan pengertianmu, aku akan selalu mencintaimu.

Por ti lo haría mil veces más.

Tell her she is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.

ella. Pari es sangre de mi sangre. Y no tardaré en conocer a sus hijos y a los hijos de sus hijos, y mi sangre circula también en las venas de todos ellos. No estoy sola.

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, ever her children, all of it seemed like a dream, a bizarre detour, a mere interlude between that last afternoon together and this moment.

There is no accounting for how the mind works. This moment, for instance. Of the thousands and thousands of moments my mother and I shared together through all the years, this is the one that shines the brightest, the one that vibrates with the loudest hum at the back of my mind: my mother looking up at me over her shoulder, her face upside down, all those dazzling points of light shimmering on her skin, her asking did I know how good and strong God had made me.

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.

Baba melihat dunia ini dengan sudut pandang hitam putih. Dan dia dia harus menentukan mana yang hitam dan mana yang putih. Kita tak akan mungkin mencintai seseorang yang hidup dengan pandangan seperti ini tanpa merasa takut padanya. Bahkan mungkin sedikit membencinya.

Khaled Hosseini

She was just about the liveliest, happiest person I'd ever met. He smiled at the memory. She had this laugh. I swear it's why I married her, Laila, for that laugh. It bulldozed you. You stood no chance against it.

Masooma." "Could you?" "I could try," Parwana says. "Good. Then marry Saboor. Look after his

Durante un par de horas cada jueves, cuando Yalil la visitaba, entre sonrisas y regalos y palabras cariñosas, Mariam se sentía merecedora de toda la belleza y los obsequios que podía ofrecer la vida. Y por eso Mariam lo quería.

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, buried deep beneath my grievances. It was this: that my mother would never leave me.

For you a thousand times over. . . Dostet darum. I love you.

You're still the morning sun to my yelda, Dostet darum. I love you.