And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had love and been loved back. she was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. a mother. a person of consequence at last.

Life goes on, unmindful of beginning, end…crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis (nomads).

Boys, Laila came to see, treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.

All good things in life are fragile and easily lost

A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.

Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth.

I'm so afraid. Because I'm so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening...They only let you this happy if they're preparing to take something from you.

You've always been a tourist here. You just didn't know it.

Men are easy,' he said, fingers tapping on his mahogany desk. 'A man's plumbing is like his mind: simple, very few surprises. You ladies, on the other hand...well, God put a lot of thought into making you.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

She is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart.

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.

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. - Amir

A man who has no conscience, no goodness, does not suffer.

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.

Time can be a greedy thing-sometimes it steals the details for itself.

I will follow you to the ends of the world.

They say, Find a purpose in your life and live it. But, sometimes, it is only after you have lived that you recognize your life had a purpose, and likely one you never had in mind.

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.

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.

People say that eyes are windows to the soul.

Behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason.

There are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood.