Khaled Hosseini Quotes

A foolishness is inflicted with a hatred of itself.

She went around with a broken heart, and she wasn't sure who'd broken it. She thought it was herself, mostly.

I voluntarily inflicted a certain level of insanity on myself.

I never think I'm safe. I always live in fear I will lose.

Guilt can make you doubt yourself at the very moment when you need to proceed with certainty.

I don't believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.

The violence done us by others is often less painful than that which we do to ourselves.

I’ve blamed her for all of this, for leaving, for ruining me. And maybe that was the seed of it, but from that one little seed grew this tumor of a flowering plant. And I’m the one who nurtures it. I water it. I care for it.I nibble from its poison berries. I let it wrap around my neck, choking the air right out of me. I’ve done that. All by myself. All to myself.

I was wracked with insecurity.

I think it's healthy to be insecure, to have nerves.

Man has no greater enemy than himself.

Every man is his own hell.

But I do nothing upon myself, and yet I am my own executioner.

Every faculty and virtue I possess can be used as an instrument with which to worry myself.

I never hurt anybody; I only hurt myself and my family. I never did anything mean to anybody, I was just mean to myself.

Whenever we feel shame, it's a mark of some deep investment or deep internal struggle.

I think I beat myself up more than anyone else.

Trusting the world is a risk, while not trusting it is a guarantee you'll be left with nothing.

Once you start to try and calculate why you were cast and why you weren't, you get in trouble.

Insecurities are debilitating a lot of times.

Nobody can pull you down more than you.

But God!Who could live like this , anyway, with the kind of guesswork that was enough to make a person crazy, just sailing along, taking bumps here and there, no course navigated whatsoever, with any big wave capable of just tipping and sinking you entirely. IT was madness, stipidity, and- (then I saw him)

Love makes fools of us all, big and little.

And loss of control is always the source of fear. It is also, however, always the source of change.

Let’s talk, you and I. Let’s talk about fear. The house is empty as I write this; a cold February rain is falling outside. It’s night. Sometimes when the wind blows the way it’s blowing now, we lose the power. But for now it’s on, and so let’s talk very honestly about fear. Let’s talk very rationally about moving to the rim of madnessand... and perhaps over the edge.