Khaled Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed Quotes
Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.
i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.
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.
these random unkind moment that catch you wen you least expect them.
James Parkinson. George Huntington. Robert Graves. John Down. Now this Lou Gehrig fellow of mine. How did men come to monopolize disease names too?
Soon, he would become an adult. And when he did, there would be not going back because adulthood was akin to what his father had once said about being a war hero: one you became one, you died one.
What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.
They rarely look at Baba -- the teenagers -- and then only with cold indifference, or even subtle disdain, as if my father should have known better than to allow old age and decay to happen to him.
Kabul fell prey to men who looked like they had tumbled out of their mothers with Kalashnikov in hand...
Mother is fading for him, her face receding into shadows, her memory diminishing with each passing day, leaking like sand from a fist.
Her beauty was a weapon. A loaded gun, with the barrel pointed at her own head.
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.
He scarcely knew who was battling whom, who was winning, who was losing, as though he hoped that by doggedly ignoring the war it would return the favor
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 bare to lose.
I would have told them that he lived a life lacking in purpose or direction. Like those aimless rides I took him on. A life lived from the backseat, observed as it blurred by. An indifferent life.
He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn't. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes.
In my experience, men who understand women seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.