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Khaled Hosseini

Perhaps this is just punishment for those who have been heartless, to understand only when nothing can be undone.
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Action Deep Heart Punishment Understand
Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.
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Beautiful Gift Stupidity
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
She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.
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Beautiful Herself Power Tea
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 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 think novelists, when they write their books, end up having occasionally serving a purpose and playing roles that they never really fully either intended or even understood.
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End Novel Play Purpose Role Thinking Understand Writing
I laughed. Partly at the joke, partly at how Afghan humor never changed. Wars were waged, the Internet was invented, and a robot had rolled on the surface of Mars, and in Afghanistan we were still telling Mullah Nasruddin jokes.
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Change Improvement Internet Invention Joke Laughter Old War
Her impulse, her need, to be the corrector of injustices, warden of the downtrodden flock.
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Herself Justice Need
It’s wrong what they say about the past, I’ve learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.
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Bury Deep Learning Past Wrong
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
A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.
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Goodness Heart Man Soul Suffering
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
It was the kind of love that, sooner or later, cornered you into a choice: either you tore free or you stayed and withstood its rigor even as it squeezed you into something smaller than yourself.
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Choice Freedom Kind Love Small Stay Yourself
I finally had what I’d wanted all those years. Except now that I had it, i felt as empty as this unkempt pool I was dangling my legs into.
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Empty Gratitude Legs Loss Missing Myself
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

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