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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.

Khaled Hosseini

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.
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Break Up Herself Himself Leaving Mystery Need Relationship Secret Silence Story Talk
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
Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting.
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Act Face Hard Person Punishment Simplicity Wait
Some stories don’t need telling.
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Need One Liner Story Talk
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
The experience of writing ‘The Kite Runner’ is one I will always think back on with fondness. There is an energy, a romance in writing the first novel that can never be duplicated again.
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Book Energy Experience Novel Romance Thinking Writing
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
And that, is the story of our country, one invasion after another Macedonians. Saddanians. Arabs. Mongols. Now the Soviets. But we’re like those walls up there. Battered, and nothing pretty to look at, but still standing.
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Brave Country Ourselves Pretty Ruin Story Strength
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 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 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
People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
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Eyes People Soul Window
Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it.
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Life Peace Quiet Silence Tranquility
There is a way to be good again.
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Again Goodness One Liner Way
It’s a funny thing… but people mostly have it backward. They think they live by what they want. But really, what guides them is what they’re afraid of. What they don’t want.
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Afraid Deep Funny Guide Live People Wisdom
All good things in life are fragile and easily lost.
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Easy Fragile Goodness Life Lost

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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