Quotes from Khaled Hosseini

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.

She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.

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.

about clichés. Avoid them like the plague.

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.

I know that in the end, God will forgive me. He will forgive your father, me, and you too. I hope you can do the same. Forgive your father if you can. Forgive me if you wish. But most important, forgive yourself.

Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words. Mine was Baba. His was Amir. My name. Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter of 1975 —and all that followed— was already laid in those first words.

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.

But even when he wasn't around, he was.

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.

At that moment, she cannot think of a more reckless, irrational thing than choosing to become a parent.

these random unkind moment that catch you wen you least expect them.

It's often a matter of sitting in front of the computer and worrying. It's what writing comes down to--worrying that things aren't going to work out.

you say you have no courage, but i see it in you. what you did, the burden you agreed to shoulder, took courage. for that, i honor you.

God has granted you a special talent. It's now your duty to hone that talent, because a person who wastes his God-given talents is a donkey.

At times, he didn't understand the meaning of the Koran's words. But he said he liked the enhancing sounds the Arabic words made as they rolled off his tongue. He said they comforted him, eased his heart. They'll comfort you to . Mariam jo, he said. You can summon then in your time of your need, and they won't fail you. God's words will never betray you, my girl.

I'll die if you go. The Jinn will come, and I'll have one of my fits. You'll see, I'll swallow my tongue and die. Don't leave me, Mariam jo. Please stay. I'll die if you go.

Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.

Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is... God help him.

She remembered Nana saying once that each snowflake was a sigh heaved by an aggrieved woman somewhere in the world. That all the sighs drifted up into the sky, gathered into clouds, then broke silently on the people below - As a reminder of how women like us suffer, she'd said. How quietly we endure all that falls upon us

Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time

Happiness like this is frightening....they only let you be this happy if they're preparing to take something away from you

You say their stories, it is gift they give you.

I'm all you have in this world Mariam, and when I'm gone you'll have nothing. You ARE nothing!