Best Quotes by “And the Mountains Echoed”

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BOOK And the Mountains Echoed
AUTHORKhaled Hosseini

And the Mountains Echoed
And the Mountains Echoed

Here are some best quotes from “AND THE MOUNTAIN ECHOED” BY KHALED HOSSEINI


“I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.”


“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.”


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


“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.”


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


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.”


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


“You say you felt a presence, but I only sensed an absence. A vague pain without a source. I was like a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, only that it does.”


“For courage, there must be something at stake. I come here with nothing to lose.”


“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.”


“Nothing good came free. Even love. You paid for all things. And if you were poor, suffering was your currency.”


“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.”


“i want to give up my bearings, slip out of who i am, shed everything, the way a snake discards old skin.”


“People learned to live with the
most unimaginable things.”


“All my life, I [Pari] have lived like an aquarium fish in the safety of a glass tank, behind a barrier as impenetrable as it has been transparent. I have been free to observe the glimmering world on the other side, to picture myself in it, if I like. But I have always been contained, hemmed in, by the hard, unyielding confines of the existence that Baba has constructed for me, at first knowingly, when I was young, and now guilelessly, now that he is fading day by day. I think I have grown accustomed to the glass and am terrified that when it breaks, when I am alone, I will spill out into the wide open unknown and flop around, helpless, lost, gasping for breath.”


“In my experience, men who understand women seem to rarely want to have anything to do with them.”


“But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you.”


“A sudden happiness catches me unawares. I feel it trickling into me, and my eyes go liquid with gratitude and hope.”


“You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person.”


“You are lucky.”
“How so?”
“To know where you came from.”
I guess I never gave it much thought.:
“Bah, of course not. But it is important to know this, to know your roots. To know where you started as a person. If not, your own life seems unreal to you. Like a puzzle. Vous comprenez? Like you missed the beginning of a story and now you are in the middle of it, trying to understand.”


“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 answer may be elusive, but they could be found. They were there, waiting, chalk scribbles away”


“I used to picture us as two leaves, blowing miles apart in the wind yet bound by the deep tangled roots of the tree from which we had both fallen.”

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