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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.

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
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
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
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
Her impulse, her need, to be the corrector of injustices, warden of the downtrodden flock.
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Herself Justice Need
A sudden happiness catches me unawares. I feel it trickling into me, and my eyes go liquid with gratitude and hope.
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Eyes Feeling Gratitude Happiness Hope Tears Trick Water
It always hurts more to have and lose than to not have in the first place.
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Hurt Lose Place Wisdom
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
True redemption is when guilt leads to good.
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Goodness Guilty Leadership Transformation True
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
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
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
She was the trembler of knees, the spiller of teacups.
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Beautiful Herself Power Tea
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 man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.
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Goodness Heart Man Soul Suffering
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

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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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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