Khaled Hosseini Quotes

the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion

She died and with her died my last warm feelings for humanity.

She passed these years in a distant corner of her mind. A dry, barren field, out beyond wish and lament, beyond dream and disillusionment. There, the future did not matter. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and it accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.

And I am left behind Corrupted crushed and blind All for a dream That in truth was never really mine.

I think hope is the worst thing in the world. I really do. It makes a fool of you while it lasts. And then when it's gone, it's like there's nothing left of you at all . . . except what you can't be rid of.

My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.

Life will not break your heart. It'll crush it.

When Michael died I was tipped over the edge. I was beyond grief.

What can I say? I deal with it. I think I have come to terms with my absolutely hateful and vile childhood. No, I have, really. But I did hate it at the time. I resented it. There were elements of it that were positively Dickensian.

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

I was very bitter, frustrated, hurt, angry - I went through all types of emotions when I first was out of the WNBA.

I feel like everyone else in this country today. I am utterly devastated.

I was so broken when I did the first record. I was living in my parents' basement, I didn't know anyone. I was broken-hearted and writing this really dark record. I was at the bottom of a well.

I'll probably continue to write about heartbreak forever. That stuff doesn't go away as you get older.

I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.

If you've lost your faith in love and music, Oh the end won't be long...

O, you have torn my life all to pieces... made me be what I prayed you in pity not to make me be again!

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems; And e'en the dearest--that I love the best-- Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

He looked as though his life had not only passed him by but paused along the way to spit in his face.

Hope died as I was led unto my marriage bed.

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

The past was so past it hurt.

I can remember being eight years old and having infinite possibilities. But life ends up being so much less that we thought it would be when we were kids, with relationships that are so empty and stupid and brutal. If you don't find a way to break the chain and change in some way, then you wind up, as the rhyme goes: a murder of one, for sorrow.

I'm all out o faith, this is how I feel. I'm cold and I am shamed lying naked on the floor. Illusions never change into something real. I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn. You're a little late, I'm already torn.

That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you.