I have very fond memories of my childhood in Afghanistan, largely because my memories, unlike those of the current generation of Afghans, are untainted by the spectre of war, landmines, and famine.

Attention shifted to him like sunflowers turning to the sun.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.

We must forget the past because in Jesus Christ, all things have become new

Dance with the waves of sea and sing with the sky, touch the sands with love and let your mind fly high.

She watched the gap between ship and shore grow to a huge gulf. Perhaps this was a little like dying, the departed no longer visible to the others, yet both still existed, only in different worlds.

So the world was nuts and he'd suddenly discovered a kink for geeks. There were worse things.

I want you to stay here ...with me." "All night?" "All night." Drew cupped her face with his hands giving her a gentle kiss. "In my arms.

sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless manthe most guilty.

When the passion isn't there, the drive isn't there and it just doesn't last for me.

I have always loved books, and as a mother, I wanted to share my passion for reading with my children.

I don't have dreams. How can I say it? I myself am a dream.

In the lottery of life there are more prizes drawn than blanks, and to one misfortune there are fifty advantages. Despondency is the most unprofitable feeling a man can indulge in.