¿Cuánto tiempo? - me preguntó Sohrab.-No lo sé. Un poco.Sohrab se encogió de hombros y sonrió, una sonrisa más ancha aquella vez.-No me importa. Puedo esperar. Es como las manzanas verdes.-¿Las manzan...
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.
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...
You changed the subject.From what?The empty-headed girls who think you're sexy.You know.Know what?
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.
We’d each roll to our side of the bed and let our own savior take us away. Soraya’s was sleep. Mine, as always, was a book.
To see her, amid all of it. To see that contentment and beauty were not unattainable things.
Time can be a greedy thing-sometimes it steals the details for itself.
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...
That’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.
So it would begin. The obligatory questions, the perfunctory answers. Both pretending. Unenthusiastic partners, the two of them, in this tired old dance.
Must have been quite the culture shock, going there. Yes it was. Idris doesn’t say that the real culture shock has been in coming back.
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, decad...
I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far.
Huddled together in the dining room and waiting for the sun to rise, none of us had any notion that a way of life had ended. Our way of life.
How glorious it was to know that her love for it already dwarfed anything she had ever felt as a human being
Her beauty was the talk of the valley.It skipped two generations of women in our family, but it sure didn't bypass you, Laila.
He is annoyed with their lack of interest, their blithe ignorance of the arbitrary genetic lottery that has granted them their privileged lives.
He had a frozen, wide-eyed look to his face, I remember, the way some old people do, like they are perpetually startled by the monstrous surprise that is old age.
Dr. Bashiri, if I ever want to put a curse in someone, I say, 'May God give you a restaurant.