Khaled Hosseini Zitate

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„Ich vermute, die Wahrheit ist, dass wir alle gegen unüberwindliche Widrigkeiten darauf warten, dass uns etwas Außergewöhnliches passiert.“

“Mullah Faizullah: It wasn't your fault, Mariam. Don't think this way. This will destroy you, my girl. It wasn't your fault.”

“Nana (to Mariam): When I'm gone, you'll have nothing in this world. You are nothing!”

“Jailil: Ah yes. Of course. Well then, without further ado…”

“Mariam: No, it is fair. I killed our husband, Laila. I deprived your son of a father. Even if we escape, I…I won't be able to look at him without shame. No, it's my fault. Take care, Laila jo.”

“Laila: A jeep? Maybe a jumbo jet?”

“a gold pendent with stars and moons hanging from it”

“One time, when I was really little, I climbed a tree and ate these green, sour apples. My stomach swelled and became hard like a drum, it hurt a lot. Mother said that if I'd just waited for the apples to ripen, I wouldn't have become sick. So now, whenever I really want something, I try to remember what she said about the apples.”

“Tariq: She doesn't know”

“Laila: What girls?”

“Laila: It isn't fair.”

“Laila: That could change”

“She was leaving the world as woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad, Mariam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad.”

“It does not frighten me to leave this life that my only son left five years ago, this life that insists we bear sorrow upon sorrow long after we can bear no more. No, I believe I shall gladly take my leave when the time comes. What frightens me, hamshira, is the day God summons me before him and asks, Why did you not do as I said, Mullah? Why did you not obey my laws? How shall I explain myself to him, hamshira?”

“Then he would remind us that there was a brotherhood between people who had fed from the same breast, a kinship that not even time could break.Hassan and I fed from the same breasts. We took our first steps on the same lawn in the same yard. And, under the same roof, we spoke our first words.Mine was Baba.His was Amir. My name.Looking back on it now, I think the foundation for what happened in the winter of 1975—and all that followed—was already laid in those first words (11).”

“Behind Every Trail And Sorrow That He Makes Us Shoulder, God Has A Reason.”