Khaled Hosseini
I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse. — Khaled Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed. (Riverhead Books; First Edition edition May 21, 2013)
Category: Afghan-American Literature
Khaled Hosseini
I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse. — Khaled Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed (Riverhead Books; First Edition edition, May 21, 2013)
Khaled Hosseini
Some days, I listen to that clock ticking in the hallway. Then I think of all the ticks, all the minutes, all the hours and days and weeks and months and years waiting for me. All of it without you. And I can’t breathe then, like someone’s stepping on my heart. I get so weak.… Continue reading Khaled Hosseini
Khaled Hosseini
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.… Continue reading Khaled Hosseini
The Vale of Soul-Making 