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Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

Khaled Hosseini

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
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
Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.
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Fiction Greatness Lying Truth Writing
Nothing happens in a vacuum in life: every action has a series of consequences, and sometimes it takes a long time to fully understand the consequences of our actions.
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Action Life Ourselves Time Understand
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
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
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’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
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
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
In many parts of the world, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. But I think we need women to solve the problems that men create.
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Creation Fingers Man Oppression Problem Thinking Woman World
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.
KHALED HOSSEINI

Empty Night Place Reality Rise Summer Tears Throat
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
For courage, there must be something at stake. I come here with nothing to lose.
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Courage Loss Myself Strength
A pathetic shadow, torn between her envy and thrill of being seen with Masomma, sharing in the attention as a weed would, lapping up water meant for the lily upstream.
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Attention Flower Pathetic See View Water

Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.

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