Have lived a long time, Mr. Markos, and one thing I have come to see is that one is well served by a degree of both humility and charity when judging the inner workings of another person’s heart.
Father said all good things in life were fragile and easily lost—he
Could not picture that Father had once swung on a swing. He could not imagine that Father had once been a boy, like him. A boy. Carefree, light on his feet. Running headlong into the open fields with...
About clichés. Avoid them like the plague.
You changed the subject.From what?The empty-headed girls who think you're sexy.You know.Know what?That I only have eyes for you.
Yaşamında bir amaç bul ve ona göre yaşa, derler. Ama bazen, ancak yaşayıp bitirdikten sonra yaşamının bir amacı olduğunu fark edersin, bu da genellikle hiç aklında olmayan bir amaçtır.
Words were secret doorways and I held all the keys.
When guilt leads to good.
Waktu yang singkat namun merayap lambat
Though there had been moments of beauty in it Mariam knew that life for most part had been unkind to her. But as she walked the final twenty paces, she could not help but wish for more of it. She wish...
There was brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast, a kinship that even time could not break. - Amir
There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft. When you kill a man, you steal a life... you steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a fat...
The rope that pulls you from the flood can become the noose around your neck.
The rope that pulls you from the flood can become a noose around your neck.
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...
The generation of Afghan children whose ears would know nothing but the sounds of bombs and gunfire was not yet born.
The finger cut, to save the hand.
Tell your secret to the wind, but don’t blame it for telling the trees.
So, then. You want a story and I will tell you one. But just the one. Don’t either of you ask me for more. It’s late, and we have a long day of travel ahead of us, Pari, you and I. You will need your...
So it would begin. The obligatory questions, the perfunctory answers. Both pretending. Unenthusiastic partners, the two of them, in this tired old dance.