A Quote by Khaled Hosseini

Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly. — © Khaled Hosseini
Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.
Unmerited abuse wounds, while unmerited praise has not the power to heal.
I believe my love of beauty and my ability to see what works is a gift I was given by God.
The gift of self cannot be given to us. It is an incomparable gift that has already been given. We have possessed it from the beginning.
For people who write songs, it's a gift you're given. You become good at the craft, but you're given the gift.
A gift that cannot be given away ceases to be a gift. The spirit of a gift is kept alive by its constant donation.
My ability to throw a baseball was a gift. It was a God-given gift. And I am truly appreciative of that gift.
I see the goodness and beauty in everyone, and everything is a gift given for me and for all of us. If you don't love it, question your mind until you do.
Yeah, I think it's like any God-given gift. You writers have the gift of perception. If you don't use it, you're going to lose it. And it's the same thing with you [Lorraine], it's God-given.
Beauty is a gift, just like good health or intelligence. The only thing is not to be proud of being beautiful. Because you didn't do anything - it was given to you.
To be a musician is a great privilege but it is also a very great responsibility. One must think that to be a musician is a gift - a gift from Nature. There is no great merit in us except in loving this gift with respect and devotion and doing everything possible to honor that gift by work and more work. We must work with conviction and humility, searching for beauty, simplicity, and the Truth. And it is for us musicians to do all in our power for a better world. Music must carry the message of beauty, of love and of peace.
I think Whitman more than any other poet possessed the gift of revealing to others the beauty of everything around us, the beauty of nature, the beauty of human beings.
The wind shrieks, the wind grieves; It dashes the leaves on walls, it whirls then again; And the enormous sleeper vaguely and stupidly dreams And desires to stir, to resist a ghost of pain.
I am flushed and warm. I think I may be enormous, I am so stupidly happy, My wellingtons Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.
I love what I do. I was given the most incredible gift that can be given to anyone. I could never imagine a world without music, and I feel grateful that I've been given the ability to share that.
I've given up asking questions. l merely float on a tsunami of acceptance of anything life throws at me ... and marvel stupidly.
If I slip up and receive a good gift, I will not have given a good gift. This is probably a natural law that affects us all and needs a name. The Gift Reciprocal Law.
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