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quotespile · 3 months
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Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.
Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
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maryoliverdotcom · 8 months
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reading khaled hosseini has just made me realise that the root cause of every bad thing is the patriarchy, actually.
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therealdostoevsky · 11 months
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Khaled Hosseini's books are like a warm hug from a dear friend, if that hug also made you ugly cry.
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'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 never good to that person ." You will never think that.
Khaled Hosseini ( And the mountains echoed)
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blabbershere · 9 months
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When you have lived as long as I have you realize that cruelty and benevolence are but shades of the same colour.
- Khaled Hosseini // And The Mountains Echoed
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asoftepiloguemylove · 11 months
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hello! could you do one on wrong timings / people almost getting it right but they don’t?
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mannbhaavnii · 1 year
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3rd March, 2023
I’ve been reading A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini and trust me, it has broken my heart. This is the first time when a book has made me cry myself to sleep.
🎧: Bo Giyam by Kashif Din, Nimra Rafiq
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I think I liked the book a lot and the ending was unexpectedly good. I just wished in the end Laila could become something, like take on a career and also wished to see Mariam’s old self again. Other than this, I loved the whole book. It was described in such fine detail that it blowed my mind. Surely a good read!
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semperardens-juli · 1 year
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[...] I informed Saboor and offered to drive him and Pari to Kabul. I will never fully understand why he chose to instead walk his daughter from Shadbagh. Or why he allowed Abdullah to come along. Perhaps he was clinging to what little time he had left with his daughter. Perhaps he sought a measure of penance in the hardship of the journey. Or perhaps it was Saboor's pride, and he would not ride in the car of the man who was buying his daughter. But, in the end, there they were, the three of them, coated in dust, waiting, as agreed, near the mosque.
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stuck-at-17 · 1 year
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i often come back and ponder about how khaled hosseini, a man, born in unfavorable conditions, were able to have the biggest heart and coin these works that we can hold so close to us. and how, like his characters with broken backgrounds, can become like a father’s warm embrace to those with restless hearts.
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And The Mountains Echoed
KHALED HOSSEINI
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From the Reader: Writing down a few excerpts from the novel, towards which I'm inclined the most ♡
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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅, 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒅𝒐.
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲.
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 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆: 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆.
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐟. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. “𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢.”
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“𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.
“𝐀𝐡, 𝐧𝐨𝐧. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.”
“𝐍𝐨. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨.”
𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.
“𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏 ‘𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈’ 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒅𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆,” 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅.
“𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐.”
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑰𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚.
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𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰’𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅, 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒈𝒐.
“𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠,” 𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚́ 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬.
“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭?”
“𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨?”
𝐈 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞.
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“𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚,” 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔. “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑨 𝒗𝒂𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔.” 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆.
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wandereralix · 1 year
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I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.
- Khalid Hosseini
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quotespile · 2 years
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I have lived a long time, and one thing I have come to see is that one is well served by a degree of both humility and charity when judging the inner workings of another person's heart.
Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
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clockworkbee · 8 months
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She was an extraordinary woman, and I went to bed that night like I was perhaps more than ordinary myself. This was the effect she had on me.
—And The Mountains Echoed, by Khaled Hosseini
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therealdostoevsky · 1 year
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I'm convinced Khaled Hosseini could write a grocery list and it would still be more emotionally impactful than most novels.
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maryoliverdotcom · 8 months
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just finished and the mountains echoed and oh god. oh my fucking god. everyone should read this
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warmshell · 11 months
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Do you understand, Abdullah, how this was an act of mercy? The potion that erased these memories? It was Baba Ayub's reward for passing the div's second test.
Khaled Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed
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