Khaled Hosseini Quotes

I will follow you to the ends of the world.

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

It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime...

Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.

It's often a matter of sitting in front of the computer and worrying. It's what writing comes down to-worrying that things aren't going to work out.

A creative writing teacher at San Jose State used to say about clichés: 'Avoid them like the plague.' Then he'd laugh at his own joke. The class laughed along with him, but I always thought clichés got a bum rap. Because, often, they're dead-on. But the aptness of the clichéd saying is overshadowed by the nature of the saying as a cliché.

What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.

You see, some things I can teach you. Some you learn from books. But there are things that, well, you just have to see and feel.

I’m all you have in this world Mariam, and when I’m gone you’ll have nothing. You ARE nothing!

And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of that field, Mariam uprooted them. She uprooted them and ditched them before they took hold.

There is only one sin. and that is theft... when you tell a lie, you steal someones right to the truth.

People say that eyes are windows to the soul.

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. - Amir

In the end, the world always wins. That's just the way of things.

and every day I thank [God] that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.

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.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

There is a way to be good again...

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

Sad stories make good books