And The Mountains Echoed

And The Mountains Echoed
Khaled Hosseini



To want more, to wish for yet more, he knew, would be petty.

He didn't understand why a wave of something, something like the tail end of a sad dream, always swept through him whenever he heard the jiggling, surprising him each time like an unexpected gust of wind. But then it passed, as all things do. It passed.

She was in the silences that had become so frequent at the house.

The suit, which was olive colored, was in fact a hand-me-down from Mr.Wahdati, and I hoped that he hasn't told this to Nila -though I suspected he may have. Not out of malice, but because people in Mr. Wahdati's position often cannot appreciate how small, trivial things like this could bring shame to a man like me.

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

In the states, Timur goes by "Tim". He changed his name after 9/11 and claims that he has nearly doubled his business since. Losing those two letters, he has said to Idris, has already done more for his career than a college degree would have.

A feeling that she had had for as along as she could remember. That there was in her life the absence of something, or someone, fundamental to her own existence.

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