Quotes from Khaled Hosseini

Public justice is the greatest kind of show, my brother. Drama. Suspense. And best of all education en masse.

Afghans cherish custom but abhor rules. And so it was with kite fighting. The rules were simple: No rules. Fly your kite. Cut the opponents. Good luck.

Konopac koji te spasi od poplave može ti postati om?a oko vrata.

Reading is an active, imaginative act; it takes work.

Kažu, prona?i smisao u životu i proživi ga. Ali, ponekad, shvatiš da ti je život imao smisao tek kad ga proživiš, i to najvjerovatnije onaj koga nisi bio ni svjestan.

But that life, that time, seems like a dream now, even to me, like some long-dissolved rumor. First came the protests. Then the siege. The skies spitting bombs. Starvation. Burials. These are the things you know.

Tidak ada salahnya menjadi seorang pengecut selama kau tetap berhati-hati. Tapi bila seorang pengecut mulai melupakan siapa dirinya .... Semoga Tuhan melindunginya.

Sad stories make good books.

You know a bomb crater can be made into a swimming hole. You have learned dark blood is better news than bright.

dile que es la nur de mis ojos y la sultana de mi corazón ...

I know you're still young, but I want you to understand and learn this now, he said. Marriage can wait, education cannot. You're a very, very bright girl. Truly, you are. You can be anything you want, Laila. I know this about you. And I also know that when this war is over, Afghanistan is going to need you as much as its men, maybe even more. Because a society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated, Laila. No chance.

Vì c?u, c? ngàn l?n r?i

Ali vrijeme je kao šarm. Nikad ga nemaš onoliko koliko misliš.

It was the way Nana uttered the word - not so much saying it as spitting it at her - that made Mariam feel the full sting of it.

Laila lay there and listened, wishing Mammy would notice that she, Laila, hadn't become shaheed, that she was alive, here, in bed with her, that she had hopes and a future. But Laila knew that her future was no match for her brothers' past. They had overshadowed her in life. They would obliterate her in death. Mammy was now the curator of their lives' museum and she, Laila, a mere visitor. A receptacle for their myths. The parchment on which Mammy meant to ink their legends.

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

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.

I promised myself that I would talk to her before the summer was over, but schools reopened, the leaves reddened, yellowed, and fell, the rains of winter swept in and wakened Baba's joints, baby leaves sprouted once more, and I still hadn't had the heart, the dil, to even look her in the eye.

Me ardía la cara. Ahí estaba de nuevo mi pasado; mi pasado era así, siempre volvía a aparecer. Su nombre surgía desde lo más profundo de mi ser, pero no quería pronunciarlo por temor a que se materializara.

Sad sam bio slobodan da radim što mi je volja, ali sloboda mi je bila besmislena, jer sam ostao bez onog što sam najviše želio. Kažu, prona?i smisao u životu i proživi ga. Ali, ponekad, shvatiš da ti je život imao smisao tek kad ga proživiš, i to najvjerojatnije onaj koga nisi bio ni svjestan.

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

Kami meninggalkan mayat-mayat itu di jalan, dan kalau keluarga mereka mencoba menyelinap untuk menyeret kembali mayat-mayat itu ke rumah mereka, kami tak akan ragu menembak mereka. Kami membiarkan mayat-mayat itu menjadi santapan anjing. Daging anjing hanya cocok untuk anjing.

There is only one, only one skill a woman like you and me needs in life, and they don't teach it in school . . . Only one skill. And it's this: tahamul. Endure.

She has intelligent, flirtatious eyes, and a penetrating gaze under which one feels simultaneously appraised, tested, charmed, toyed with. They remain, I suspect, a redoubtable seduction tool.