But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.
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 you never had in mind.
Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.
Afghanistan has always been sort of a fractured nation, very tribal, where the countryside and the distant provinces have been run by custom, by tribal law and by tribal leaders rather than edicts from the central government in Kabul.
I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.
That’s how children deal with terror, they fall asleep.
I have lived a long time, and one thing I have come to see is that one is well served by a degree of both humility and charity when judging the inner workings of another person’s heart.
Time can be a greedy thing-sometimes it steals the details for itself.
I finally had what I’d wantes all those years. Except now that I had it, i felt as empty as this unkempt pool I was dangling my legs into.
I learned that the world didn’t see the inside of you, that it didn’t care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.
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.
Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.
A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.
Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.
The Chinese say it’s better to be deprived of food for three days than tea for one.
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.
Give sustenance, Allah. Give sustenance to me.
They tell me I must wade into waters, where I will soon drown. Before I march in, I leave this on the shore for you. I pray you find it, sister, so you will know what was in my heart as I went under.
I wished I could be alone in my room, with my books, away from these people.
What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.