The previous year, Baba had surprised Hassan with a leather cowboy hat just like the one Clint Eastwood wore in The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly – which had unseated The Magnificent Seven as our favorite Western.
Mereka bernasib naas, memiliki ayah yang lemah. Seorang pengecut yang lebih memilih melihat mereka semua mati daripada menyiksa nuraninya sendiri.
Public justice is the greatest kind of show, my brother. Drama. Suspense. And best of all education en masse.
It was Homaira and me against the world. And I’ll tell you this, Amir jan: In the end, the world always wins. That’s just the way of things.
Tidak ada salahnya menjadi seorang pengecut selama kau tetap berhati-hati. Tapi bila seorang pengecut mulai melupakan siapa dirinya... Semoga Tuhan melindunginya.
It was the way Nana uttered the word – not so much saying it as spitting it at her – that made Mariam feel the full sting of it.
I promised myself that I would talk to her before the summer was over, but schools reopened, the leaves reddened, yellowed, and fell, the rains of winter swept in and wakened Baba’s joints, baby leaves sprouted once more, and I still hadn’t had the heart, the dil, to even look her in the eye.
Seseorang yang sebelumnya menyemir sepatumu, tidak mungkin menjadi ‘saudara perempuanmu’ keesokan harinya.
Kami meninggalkan mayat-mayat itu di jalan, dan kalau keluarga mereka mencoba menyelinap untuk menyeret kembali mayat-mayat itu ke rumah mereka, kami tak akan ragu menembak mereka. Kami membiarkan mayat-mayat itu menjadi santapan anjing. Daging anjing hanya cocok untuk anjing.
She has intelligent, flirtatious eyes, and a penetrating gaze under which one feels simultaneously appraised, tested, charmed, toyed with. They remain, I suspect, a redoubtable seduction tool.
It was like waking up one morning and finding that a wild animal has wandered into your house. No place felt safe to me.
It’s a dangerous business, making promises to kids.
Tetapi, kupikir, alasan terbesar mengapa aku tidak memedulikan masa lalu Soraya adalah karena aku memiliki masa laluku sendiri. Aku tahu segalanya tentang penyesalan.
It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife’s slain body in his arms.
Darah memiliki kekuatan, jangan pernah lupakan itu.
It hurts to say that,” he said, shrugging. “But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.
Kehidupannya yang diisi dengan kesetiaan tanpa pamrih melayang lepas dari tubuhnya seperti layang-layang tertiup angin yang sering kali dikejarnya.
They feel wronged. they haven’t been given their due. No one loved them enough. Of course they expect you to love them. They want to be held, rocked, reassured. But it’s a mistake to give it to them. They can’t accept it. They can’t accept the very thing they’re needing. They end up hating you for it. And it never ends because they can’t hate you enough. It never ends – the misery, the apologies, the promises, the reneging, the wretchedness of it all.
But the fact is, I looked at my life and realized I already had what people sought in marriage.
Seperti dalam perang mana pun, kami harus mempersiapkan diri untuk bertempur.