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.
She wondered what it would be like to live with him, to see him every day. She pictured herself handing him a towel as he shaved, telling him when he nicked himself.
I didn’t know what the other guy was playing for, maybe just bragging rights. But this was my one chance to become someone who was looked at, not seen, listened to, not heard.
Rasa bersalah menggerakkan seseorang untuk melakukan kebaikan.
That’s the real Afghanistan, Agha sahib. That’s the Afghanistan I know. You? You’ve always been a tourist here, you just didn’t know it.
Masalahku adalah selalu ada seseorang yang berjuang untukku.
Tapi lebih baik disakiti oleh kenyataan daripada dinyamankan oleh kebohongan.
Baba Ayub didn’t understand. Just as he didn’t understand why a wave of something, something like the tail end of a sad dream, always swept through him whenever he heard the jingling, surprising him each time like an unexpected gust of wind. But then it passed, as all things do. It passed.
Laila sees something behind this young girl’s eyes, something deep in her core, that neither Rasheed nor the Taliban will be able to break. something as hard and unyielding as a block of limestone. Something that, in the end, will be her undoing and Laila’s salvation.
It’s her way of keeping Mariam close awhile yet before time has its way, before it snatches Mariam from the garden of her memory like a weed pulled by its roots.
I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975.