Khaled Hosseini Quotes

Better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion

Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.

And this is what I want you to understand, that good, real good, was born out of your father's remorse. Sometimes, I thing everything he did, feeding the poor on the streets, building the orphanage, giving money to friends in need, it was all his way of redeeming himself. And that, I believe, is what true redemption is, Amir jan, when guilt leads to good.

Miriam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad, Miriam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate belongings.

she is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.

But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.

Life is a train, get on board.

I have a theory about marriage, Monsieur Boustouler. And it's that nearly always you will know within two weeks if it's going to work. It's astonishing how many people remain shackled for years, decades even, in a protracted and mutual state of self-delusion and false hope when in fact they had their answer in those first two weeks.

Though there were moments of beauty, Mariam knew for the most part that life had been unkind to her.

Then I think of all the tricks, all the minutes all the hours and days and weeks and months and years waiting for me. All of it without them. And I can't breathe then, like someone's stepping on my heart, Laila. So weak I just want to collapse somewhere.

some stories don't need telling

There was so much goodness in my life. So much happiness. I wondered whether I deserved any of it.

The problem, of course, was that [he] saw the world in black and white. And he got to decide what was black and what was white. You can't love a person who lives that way without fearing him too. Maybe even hating him a little.

yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways and move them to overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism