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Each snowflake was a sigh heard by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. All the sighs drifted up the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke into tiny pieces that fell silently on the people below. As a reminder of how women suffer.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.
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suffering
poor
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Though there were moments of beauty, Mariam knew for the most part that life had been unkind to her.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Laila watches Mariam glue strands of yarn onto her doll's head. In a few years, this little girl will be a woman who will make small demands on life, who will never burden others, who will never let on that she too had sorrows, disappointments, dreams that have been ridiculed. A woman who will be like a rock in a riverbed, enduring without complaint, her grace not sullied but shaped by the turbulence that washes over her. Already Laila sees..
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Human behavior is messy and unpredictable and unconcerned with convenient symmetries.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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She is furious with herself for her own stupidity. Opening herself up like this, voluntarily, to a lifetime of worry and anguish. It was madness. Sheer lunacy. A spectacularly foolish and baseless faith, against enormous odds, that a world you do not control will not take from you the one thing you cannot bear to lose. Faith that the world will not destroy you.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I have lived a long time, and one thing I have come to see is that one is well served by a degree of both humility and charity when judging the inner workings of another person's heart
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I've read 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.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Then I think of all the tricks, all the minutes all the hours and days and weeks and months and years waiting for me. All of it without them. And I can't breathe then, like someone's stepping on my heart, Laila. So weak I just want to collapse somewhere.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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The cities, the roads, the countryside, the people I meet - they all begin to blur. I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Yes, hope is a strange thing. Peace at last. But at what price?
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I wished I could be alone in my room, with my books, away from these people.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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At last, she makes her choice. She turns around, drops her head, and walks toward a horizon she cannot see. After that, she does not look back anymore. She knows that if she does, she will weaken.
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i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.
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sadness
giving-up
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Blood is a powerful thing
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I have a theory about marriage, Monsieur Boustouler. And it's that nearly always you will know within two weeks if it's going to work. It's astonishing how many people remain shackled for years, decades even, in a protracted and mutual state of self-delusion and false hope when in fact they had their answer in those first two weeks.
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marriage
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A part of me was hoping someone would wake up and hear, so I wouldn't have to live with this lie anymore. But no one woke up and in the silence that followed, I understood the nature of my new curse: I was going to get away with it.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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He knew I'd seen everything in that alley, that I'd stood there and done nothing. He knew that I'd betrayed him and yet he was rescuing me once again, maybe for the last time.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I brought Hassan's son from Afghanistan to America, lifting him from the certainty of turmoil and dropping him in a turmoil of uncertainty
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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You're gutless. 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. Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is... God help him.
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cowardice
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It is now your duty to hone that talent, because a person who wastes his God-given talents is a donkey.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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It turned out that, like Satan, cancer had many names.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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All my life, I'd been around men. That night, I discovered the tenderness of a woman.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I think that everything he did, feeding the poor, giving money to friends in need, it was all a way of redeeming himself. And that, I believe, is what true redemption is, Amir jan, when guilt leads to good.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Though there had been moments of beauty in it Mariam knew that life for most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it. She wished she could see Laila again, wished to hear the clangor of her laugh, to sit with her once more for a pot of chai and leftover halwa under a starlit sky. She mourned that she would never see Aziza grow up, would not see the beautiful young wom..
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life
leaving
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A woman who will be like a rock in a riverbed, enduring without complaint, her grace not sullied but by the turbulence that washes over her.
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He stopped, turned. He cupped his hands around his mouth. ''For you a thousand times over!'' he said. Then he smiled his Hassan smile and disappeared around the corner.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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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.
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surface
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Khaled Hosseini |
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You can not stop you from being who you are.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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No one has to know. No one would. It would be her secret, one she would share with the mountains only. The question is whether it is a secret she can live with, and Parwana thinks she knows the answer. She has lived with secrets all her life.
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khaled Hosseini |
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America was different. America was a river, roarng along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Love was a damaging mistake and its accomplice,hope, a treacherous illusion"."
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Khaled Hosseini |
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km br@ lbwSl@ tshyr l~ lshml ,, fn 'Sb` lrjl yjd dy'man mr'@ lythmh ,, tdhkry dhlk y mrym !!
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Was there happiness at the end [of the movie], they wanted to know. If someone were to ask me today whether the story of Hassan, Sohrab, and me ends with happiness, I wouldn't know what to say. Does anybody's? After all, life is not a Hindi movie. Zendagi migzara, Afghans like to say: Life goes on, undmindful of beginning, en, kamyab, nah-kam, crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could--a look, a whisper, a moan--to salvage from perishing to preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all.
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time
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But then it passed, as all things do.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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qlb lrjl mthyr ll's~,,nh mthyr ll's~ y mrym,,nh lys krHm l'm,,nh l ynzf ldm,, ln ytws` lySn` lk mnzl,,!
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Khaled Hosseini |
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People learned to live with the most unimaginable things.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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The Chinese say it's better to be deprived of food for three days than tea for one.
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