Khaled Hosseini Quotes

As for the square at Meknes, where I used to go every day, it's even simpler: I do not see it at all anymore. All that remains is the vague feeling that it was charming, and these five words that are indivisibly bound together: a charming square at Meknes. ... I don't see anything any more: I can search the past in vain, I can only find these scraps of images and I am not sure what they represent, whether they are memories or just fiction.

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories.

As far as I know, no tapes exist from my years at 'T.J.'s.' I wish they did.

I don't collect any memorabilia. I wish I'd have kept everything I had. But who knew you had to keep it. Just gave it away. And we lost so much and we didn't look after a lot of it.

There was a little corner of his mind that was still his own, and light came through it, as though a chink in the dark: light out of the past. It was actually pleasant, I think, to hear a kindly voice agin, bringing up memories of wind, and trees, and sun on the grass, and such forgotten things.

The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.

Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.

A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing - A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of your rowing - Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say 'forget.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

I've got a great dislike of reunions. It's a little like trying to go back and relive the best parts of your life, but you can't do it. Nothing is ever the same.

some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.

What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?

You won't forget me, Peter, will you, before spring-cleaning time comes? Of course Peter promised, and then he flew away. He took Mrs. Darling's kiss with him. The kiss that had been for no one else Peter took quite easily. Funny. But she seemd satisfied.

But it's far too late for us; ring, hair, letters, photographs - all traces of our love will be scattered then, like an anagram.

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers of our past.

Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue.

Shall memory restore The steps and the shore, The face and the meeting place.

The past is never where you think you left it.

Memory, the priestess, kills the present and offers its heart to the shrine of the dead past.

there was a time when these weren't memories.

It’s great to reminisce about good memories of my past. It was enjoyable when it was today.