You can not stop you from being who you are.
You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you have to see and feel.
A sudden happiness catches me unawares. I feel it trickling into me, and my eyes go liquid with gratitude and hope.
Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.
It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.
I’ve read that if an avalanche buries you and you’re lying there underneath all that snow, you can’t tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.
Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.
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.
A society has no chance of success if its women are uneducated...
There is a way to be good again...
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.