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Khaled Hosseini

The Kite Runner

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Ksenia Kriukovaje citiralaпре 5 година
When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.
elanepinkje citiraoпре 5 година
Because the past claws its way out.
Tanya Rodinaje citiralaпре 5 година
Lines had etched into his tanned face and creases framed his eyes, his mouth. I might as well have taken a knife and carved those lines myself.
Tanya Rodinaje citiralaпре 5 година
Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.”
oscarsanglayje citiraoпре 5 година
When you kill a man, you steal a life,” Baba said. “You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. Do you see?”
Muhammad Bin Katmadije citiraoпре 5 година
But better to get hurt by the truth than comforted with a lie.
Avani Vaidyaje citiralaпре 3 месеца
And in the end the question that always came back to me was this: How could I, of all people, chastise someone for their past?
Amna Memonje citiraoпре 2 године
there is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft.
Rafael Suleymanovje citiraoпре 2 године
Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.”
Natasha Shulezhkoje citiralaпре 2 године
For you a thousand times over,” Farid said.
Natasha Shulezhkoje citiralaпре 2 године
For you a thousand times over, he
Tanya Neymanje citiralaпре 3 године
the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it
b1377405169je citiraoпре 5 година
There is a way to be good again, he’d said.
A way to end the cycle.
With a little boy. An orphan. Hassan’s son. Somewhere in Kabul.
Muhammad Bin Katmadije citiraoпре 5 година
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.’ Such grace, such dignity, such a tragedy.”
Ksenia Kriukovaje citiralaпре 5 година
That was a little unsettling, but also sort of comfortable to have someone who always knew what you needed.
Avani Vaidyaje citiralaпрошлог месеца
wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night
Avani Vaidyaje citiralaпрошлог месеца
Perspective was a luxury when your head was constantly buzzing with a swarm of demons
Nina Vyvcharukje citiraoпре 2 месеца
The mullah finishes the prayer. Ameen. He picks up the kitchen knife with the long blade. The custom is to not let the sheep see the knife. Ali feeds the animal a cube of sugar—another custom, to make death sweeter. The sheep kicks, but not much. The mullah grabs it under its jaw and places the blade on its neck. Just a second before he slices the throat in one expert motion, I see the sheep’s eyes. It is a look that will haunt my dreams for weeks. I don’t know why I watch this yearly ritual in our backyard; my nightmares persist long after the bloodstains on the grass have faded. But I always watch. I watch because of that look of acceptance in the animal’s eyes. Absurdly, I imagine the animal understands. I imagine the animal sees that its imminent demise is for a higher purpose. This is the look . . .
Nina Vyvcharukje citiraoпре 2 месеца
The problem, of course, was that Baba 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.
mrouedaliaje citiraoпре 3 месеца
I cringed a little at the position of power I’d been granted, and all because I had won at the genetic lottery that had determined my sex.
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