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I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.

Khaled Hosseini

He said that if culture is a house, then language was the key to the front door; to all the rooms inside. Without it, he said, you ended up wayward, without a proper home or a legitimate identity.
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Culture End Home Identity Key Language Legal Room Yourself
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
What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.
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Deep Goodness Lost Regret Return Wisdom
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 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
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
A boy who won’t stand up for himself becomes a man who can’t stand up to anything.
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Brave Courage Coward Man Stand Strength Voice
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
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.
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Alive Deep Family God Gratitude Husband Myself Son Thankful Wife
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
Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.
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Boy Direction Enjoyment Friendship See Sun Treat
But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle. Vous comprenez? Like you have missed the beginning of a story and now you are in the middle of it, trying to understand.
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Beginning Important Life Missing Person Reality Start Story Try Understand Yourself
The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.
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Bloom Fade Flower Live Spring
I should have been more kind. That is something a person will never regret. You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person. You will never think that.
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Goodness Kindness Myself Old Person Regret Thinking
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 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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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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