Quotes from Khaled Hosseini

But coming close wasn't the same as winning, was it? ... He had won because winners won and everyone else just went home

She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. 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.

My body was broken - just how badly I wouldn't find out until later - but I felt healed. Healed at last.

It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime, Amir," he said.

That's how children deal with terror. They fall asleep.

For you, a thousand times over. Then I turned and ran. It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything alright. It didn't make anything all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.

I finally had what I'd wantes all those years. Except now that I had it, i felt as empty as this unkempt pool I was dangling my legs into.

Her ÅŸeye, devasa olas?l?k oranlar?na raÄŸmen, kontrol edemediÄŸin bir dünyan?n, kaybetmeyi kald?ramayaca??n tek ÅŸeyi elinden almayaca??na dair, son derece tekinsiz ve ak?l almaz aptall?kta bir inanç duymak.

I wanted that, to move on, to forget, to start with a clean slate. I wanted to be able to breathe again.

Entering my childhood home is a little disorienting, like reading the end of a novel that I'd started, then abandoned, long ago.

When guilt leads to good.

Father's world was unsparing. Nothing good came free, even love. You paid for all things, and if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

Bu kentin ne çat?lar?n? ???ldatan aylar? sayabilirsin, Ne de duvarlar?n?n gerisine gizlenen bin muhteÅŸem güneÅŸi.

With me as the glaring exception, my father molded the world around him to his liking. The problem, of course, was that Baba saw the world in black and white. And he got to decide what was black and what was white. You can't love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a little.

For an hour or two every Thursday, when Jalil came to see her, all smiles and gifts and endearments, Mariam felt deserving of all the beauty and bounty that life had to give. And, for this, Mariam loved Jalil.

Time is the most unforgiving of fires.

Laila imagines she sees little Mariam there in the hut as a woman who will be like a rock in a riverbed, enduring without complaint, her grace not sullied but SHAPED by by the turbulence that washes over her.

Sometimes a finger must be cut to save the hand.

You can't love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a littele

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...

God Has a reason

Her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.

In the middle of the night, when Laila woke up thirsty, she found their hands still clamped together, in the white-knuckle, anxious way of children clutching balloon strings.

Stories close the gap and reconcile between what we want life to be and how it actually is.