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Hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

Khaled Hosseini

Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything
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Company Difference Silence Talk Word
One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.
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Count Herself Hide Love Moon Sun Wall Woman
Everyone is an ocean inside. Every individual walking the street. Everyone is a universe of thoughts, and insights, and feelings. But every person is crippled in his or her own way by our inability to truly present ourselves to the world.
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Ability Feeling Ocean Ourselves Path Person Present Thinking True Universe Walk World
Everyone is an ocean inside. Every individual walking the street. Everyone is a universe of thoughts, and insights, and feelings. But every person is crippled in his or her own way by our inability to truly present ourselves to the world.
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Ability Feeling Ocean Ourselves Path Person Present Thinking True Universe Walk World
Like a compass needle that points north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.
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Fingers Man Oppression Woman
A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.
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Destination Reach Story Train Yourself
I’ve read that if an avalanche buries you and you’re lying there underneath all that snow, you can’t tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise.
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Bury Lying Reading Wrong Yourself
A man’s heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It isn’t like a mother’s womb. It won’t bleed. It won’t stretch to make room for you.
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Bleed Heart Man Mom Room Yourself
I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.
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Change Different Life Myself Open Talk
I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.
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Empty Night Place Reality Rise Summer Tears Throat
I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.
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Extraordinary Truth Wait
But then it passed, as all things do.
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One Liner Pass Time Wisdom
There was so much goodness in my life. So much happiness. I wondered whether I deserved any of it.
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Deserve Goodness Happiness Life Myself
I 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.
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Forgiveness Myself Night Pain Wonderful
When you kill a man, you steal a life. 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.
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Children Deep Fair Father Husband Kill Life Lying Man Right Spiritual Theft Truth Wife Yourself
I learned that the world didn’t see the inside of you, that it didn’t care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone. It was as simple, as absurd, and as cruel as that.
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Bone Cruelty Dreams Hope Learning Mad Skin World

Hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

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