Author of quotes: Khaled Hosseini. Page 1

Every snowflake is a sorrowful sigh of a woman. Sighs rise to heaven, going up into the clouds and softly falling back to the ground.

Ordinary, the everyday cause of the massacre makes it more nightmarish, much depressed. Comes to mind the word meaningless, but Idris rejects it. People always say that. A senseless act of violence. A senseless murder. As if you could commit sensible murder.

The more I tried, the less I was paying attention.

Probably, every father secretly wishes the death of his son.

Where are those times when I was ready to pray to the father?
Now I was ready to open his veins and bleed to death.
Filthy blood, inherited from him.

Hassan always so. He's so unsophisticated, that with him myself, always seem to be a hypocrite.

I would now to my room, to the books, away from these people...

Mean time always tries to hide the details.

Not just bad to think about people not understanding.

Forces does not remain, in the soul of emptiness and indifference, faith to anyone, as there is no return to the old life.

To call Sohrab a "quiet" did not turn the language. That word implies some tranquility, smoothness, and serenity. Peace is when life is flowing slowly, softly, but surely.
And if life is frozen and not moving, then what is it?
Numb?
Speechless?
And whether she did?
This was Sohrab. Silence was wrapped in it like a cocoon. The world is not worth it to talk about it. The boy lived, and existed, quietly.

You have become so American. This is good because it is optimism made America great. And we, the Afghans, melancholic. Love to grieve, feel sorry for myself. Zindagi megatara, life goes on, we say with sadness.

Still life is not an Indian film. Zindagi megatara, life goes on, love repeat the Afghans. And it is not the case to heroes and heroines, strings and climaxes, preliminaries and finals, life just slowly moving forward like dusty caravan of the heap.

Strikingly, under any ordinary circumstances, of the person extends forgiveness. No festive mood, no prayer of ecstasy. A tangle of pain accumulated over so many years, itself suddenly melted and disappeared into the night.