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"Mother is fading for him, her face receding into shadows, her memory diminishing with each passing day, leaking like sand from a fist."
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"My heart broke and my mind opened, tragedy works in a funny way like that ~ what once tore me apart was actually what was setting my truth free."
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"Idleness is the parent of psychology."
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Personal Development
"Day or night, good or bad, all things from within."
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"We are who we are because of what we learn and what we remember."
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Personal Development
"If we let the drama of others' lives become our own, then we are no longer ourselves. We become the reflections of others' dramas and their lives, their tragedies, and their misfortunes become our own."
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"I've always felt that the best whips and chains are in the mind. With a little creativity, the physical ones are hardly necessary."
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"I don't need psychologyI am not a sociopathNeither and Psychopath."
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"Do not focus on your failings, for you will only encourage them. If you keep beating yourself up on the head over these, you will only reinforce them."
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"You must give permission for people to alter your thoughts. No matter how hard they knock, they can't get into your brain unless you open the door."
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"When we hold-on to someone's imperfections we become emotionally pair-bonded to their maladies."
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"I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you'd live to be a hundred years old. I didn't know. I didn't know that you were ashamed of me."
Life
"Exploitation to finance a beach house in Hawaii was one thing. Doing it to feed your kids was another."
Ethics
"Public justice is the greatest kind of show, my brother. Drama. Suspense. And best of all education en masse."
Justice
"Hassan couldn't read a first-grade textbook but he'd read me plenty. That was a little unsettling but also sort of comfortable to have someone who always knew what you needed."
Learning
"People say that eyes are windows to the soul."
Philosophy
"The cities, the roads, the countryside, the people I meet - they all begin to blur. I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to."
Life
"Sometimes, Soraya Sleeping next to me, I lay in bed and listened to the screen door swinging open and shut with the breeze, to the crickets chirping in the yard. And I could almost feel the emptiness in Soraya's womb, like it was a living, breathing thing. It had seeped into our marriage, that emptiness, into our laughs, and our love-making. And late at night, in the darkness of our room, I'd feel it rising from Soraya and setting between us. Sleeping between us. Like a newborn child."
Relationship
"There isn't, even now, a great tradition of novel-writing in Afghanistan. Most of the literature is in the form of poetry."
Culture
"He used to wonder how such a frail little body could house so much joy, so much goodness. It couldn't. It spilled out of her, came pouring out her eyes."
Emotion
"That same night, I wrote my first short story. It took me thirty minutes. It was a dark little tale about a man who found a magic cup and learned that if he wept into the cup, his tears turned into pearls. But even though he had always been poor, he was a happy man and rarely shed a tear. So he found ways to make himself sad so that his tears could make him rich. As the pearls piled up, so did his greed grow. The story ended with the man sitting on a mountain of pearls, knife in hand, weeping helplessly into the cup with his beloved wife's slain body in his arms."
Literature
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