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I see America has infused you with the optimism that has made her so great
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She wished she could visit Mariam's grave, to sit with her awhile, leave a flower or two. But she sees now that it doesn't matter. Mariam is never very far.... Mariam is in her own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand suns.
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wisdom
within
peace
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I've crossed paths since with men like him. I wish I could say differently. But I have. And what I have learned is that you dig a little and you find they're all the same, give or take. Some are more polished, granted. They may come with a little bit of charm-- Or a lot -- and that can fool you. But really they're all unhappy little boys sloshing around in their own rage. They feel wronged. They haven't been given their due. No one loved th..
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men
relationships
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She would grab whatever she could - a look, a whisper, a moan - to salvage from perishing, to preserve. But time is most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all .
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He is annoyed with their lack of interest, their blithe ignorance of the arbitrary genetic lottery that has granted them their privileged lives.
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Joseph shall return to Canaan, grieve not, Hovels shall turn to rose gardens, grieve not. If a flood should arrive, to drown all that's alive, Noah is your guide in the typhoon's eye, grieve not.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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If you were the poor, suffering was your currency.
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In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity.
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All my life, she gave to me a shovel and said, Fill these holes inside of me, Pari.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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I guess some stories do not need telling.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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And I wrote you. Volumes. Volumes.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Sometimes, Soraya Sleeping next to me, I lay in bed and listened to the screen door swinging open and shut with the breeze, to the crickets chirping in the yard. And I could almost feel the emptiness in Soraya's womb, like it was a living, breathing thing. It had seeped into our marriage, that emptiness, into our laughs, and our love-making. And late at night, in the darkness of our room, I'd feel it rising from Soraya and setting between u..
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Khaled Hosseini |
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But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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After all, life is not a Hindi movie.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Mariam always held her breath as she watched him go. She held her breath and, in her head, counted seconds. She pretended that for each second that she didn't breathe God would grant her another day with Jalil.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Hassan returned the smile. Except his didn't look forced. And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too
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the-kite-runner
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts. Such grace, such dignity, such a tragedy.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Words were secret doorways and I held all the keys.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Laila came to believe that of all the hardships a person has to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Kabul had become a city of ghosts for me. A city of harelipped ghosts. America was different. America was a river, roaring 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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Creating means vandalizing the lives of other people, turning them into unwilling and unwitting participants. You steal their desires, their dreams, pocket their flaws, their suffering. You take what does not belong to you. You do this knowingly.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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A person who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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She considers for a minute before saying, "I should have been more kind. That is something a person will never regret. You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person. You will never think that. I should have been more kind."
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Khaled Hosseini |
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If culture was a house, then language was the key to the front door, [and] to all rooms inside.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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about cliches. Avoid them like the plague.
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writing-advice
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We stayed huddled that way until the early hours of the morning. The shootings and explosions had lasted less than an hour, but they had frightened us badly, because none of us had ever heard gunshots in the streets. They were foreign sounds to us then. The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born...
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Khaled Hosseini |
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A sudden happiness catches me unawares. I feel it trickling into me, and my eyes go liquid with gratitude and hope.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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In my experience, men who understand women seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.
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women
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That was a long time ago, but it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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She said there was comfort to be found in the permanence of mathematical truths, in the lack of arbitrariness and the absence of ambiguity. In knowing that the answers may be elusive, but they could be found. They were there, waiting, chalk scribbles away. "Nothing like life, in other words," he said. "There, it's questions with either no answers or messy ones." --
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Though there had been moments of beauty in it, Mariam knew that life for most part has been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it.
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I have dreams of you too, Mariam jo. I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, your laughter. I miss reading to you, and all those times we fished together. Do you remember all those times we fished together? You were a good daughter, Mariam jo, and I cannot ever think of you without feeling shame and regret. Regret... When it comes to you, Mariam jo, I have oceans of it. I regret that I did not see you the day you came to Herat. I regret..
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Khaled Hosseini |
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She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Must have been quite the culture shock, going there." "Yes it was." Idris doesn't say that the real culture shock has been in coming back."
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Khaled Hosseini |
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She was an extraordinary woman, and I went to bed that night feeling like I was perhaps more than ordinary myself. This was the effect she had on me.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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That summer, Titanic fever gripped Kabul. People smuggled pirated copies of the film from Pakistan- sometimes in their underwear. After curfew, everyone locked their doors, turned out the lights, turned down the volume, and reaped tears for Jack and Rose and the passengers of the doomed ship. If there was electrical power, Mariam, Laila, and the children watched it too. A dozen times or more, they unearthed the TV from behind the tool-shed,..
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war
misery
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Khaled Hosseini |
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If the story had been about anyone else, it would been dismissed as laaf, that Afghan tendency to exaggerate ---sadly, almost a national affliction; if someone bragged that his son was a doctor, chances were the kid had once passed a biology test in high school.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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But even when he wasn't around, he was.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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4b9c8bc
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it always falls on the sober to pay for the sins of the drunk.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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She was like the dust that clung to his shirt. She was in the silences that had become so frequent at the house, silences that welled up between their words, sometimes cold and hollow, sometimes pregnant with things that went unsaid, like a cloud filled with rain that never fell.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Love is a delicate thing that needs to be cosseted and protected. Love is not robust and love is not unyielding. Love can crumble under a few harsh words, or be tossed away with a handful of careless actions. Love isn't a steadfast dog at all; love is more like a pygmy mouse lemur.
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Khaled Hosseini |
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She was my mother and she would not leave me. This I had simply accepted and expected. I had no more thanked her for it than i did the sun for shining on me.
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Khaled Hosseini |