Khaled Hosseini Quotes

I will follow you to the ends of the world.

But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

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

Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.

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.

A creative writing teacher at San Jose State used to say about clichés: 'Avoid them like the plague.' Then he'd laugh at his own joke. The class laughed along with him, but I always thought clichés got a bum rap. Because, often, they're dead-on. But the aptness of the clichéd saying is overshadowed by the nature of the saying as a cliché.

What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.

You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you just have to see and feel.

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

And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of that field, Mariam uprooted them. She uprooted them and ditched them before they took hold.

There is only one sin. and that is theft... when you tell a lie, you steal someones right to the truth.

People say that eyes are windows to the soul.

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. - Amir

In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things.

and every day I thank [God] that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.

The problem, of course, was that [he] 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.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

There is a way to be good again...

Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.

Sad stories make good books

Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

Пустинните бурени оцеляват, а пролетното цвете разцъфва и повяхва.

She wished she could visit Mariam's grave, to sit with her awhile, leave a flower or two. But she sees now that it doesn't matter. Mariam is never very far.... Mariam is in her own heart, where she shines with the bursting radiance of a thousand suns.

If there's a God out there, then i would hope he has more important things to attend to than my drinking scotch or eating pork.

On a high mountain I stood,
And cried the name of Ali, Lion of God.
O Ali, Lion of God, King of Men,
Bring joy to our sorrowful hearts.

A man's plumbing is like his mind: simple, very few surprises. You ladies, on the other hand...well, God put a lot of thought in making you.

Marriage can wait, education cannot.

Nothing came out. Suddenly I was hovering, looking down on myself from above.

It was 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 loose. Faith that the world will not destroy you...

Time can be a greedy thing-sometimes it steals the details for itself.

In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could-a look, a whisper, a moan-to salvage from perishing to preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all.

Thirteen days. Almost two weeks. And, just five days in, she had learned a fundamental truth about time: Like the accordion on which sometimes played old Pashto songs were played, time stretched and contracted depending on his absence or presence.

She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How she could ever cope with his permanent absence?

They say Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one your never had in mind.

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

Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.

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

it is a heartBreaking sound, Amir Jan, the Wailing of a mother. I pray to Allah you Never hear it.

War doesn't negate decency. It demands it, even more than in times of peace." - Baba

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

Kabul fell prey to men who looked like they had tumbled out of their mothers with Kalashnikov in hand...

The lucky ones, the ones who weren't here when the place was getting bombed to hell. We're not like these people. We shouldn't pretend we are. The stories these people have to tell, we're not entitled to them.

And that, ...is the story of our country, one invasion after another...Macedonians. Saddanians. Arabs. Mongols. Now the Soviets. But we're like those walls up there. Battered, and nothing pretty to look at, but still standing.

But the fact is, I looked at my life and realized I already had what people sought in marriage.

I have a theory about marriage, Monsieur Boustouler. And it's that nearly always you will know within two weeks if it's going to work. It's astonishing how many people remain shackled for years, decades even, in a protracted and mutual state of self-delusion and false hope when in fact they had their answer in those first two weeks.

If I ever do get married," Tariq said, "they'll have to make room for three on the wedding stage. Me, the bride, and the guy holding the gun to my head

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

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.

He had the blue kite in his hands; that was the first thing I saw. And I can't lie now and say my eyes didn't scan it for any rips.

Theft is the one unforgivable sin, the one common denominator of all sins. When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. There is no act more wretched then stealing.

Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.

Hassan couldn't read a first-grade textbook but he'd read me plenty. That was a little unsettling but also sort of comfortable to have someone who always knew what you needed.

Children aren't coloring books. You don't get to fill them with your favorite colors.

She will not plant the seed in their mind, that a parent is capable of abandoning her children, of saying to them You are not enough. For Pari, the children and Eric have always been enough. They always will be.

Exploitation to finance a beach house in Hawaii was one thing. Doing it to feed your kids was another.

You're gutless. It's how you were made. And that's not such a bad thing because your saving grace is that you've never lied to yourself about it. Not about that. Nothing wrong with cowardice as long as it comes with prudence. But when a coward stops remembering who he is... God help him.

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.

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.

Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.

I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you’d live to be a hundred years old. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that you were ashamed of me.

James Parkinson. George Huntington. Robert Graves. John Down. Now this Lou Gehrig fellow of mine. How did men come to monopolize disease names too?

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