I recently finished the book "The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini. I really enjoyed this man's style of writing and the depth of the story. However, in it, there was one paragraph that leaped off the page and grabbed my attention. I don't need to say anything else about it...other than I think he's onto something here and he says it so eloquently...

"I slipped the picture back where I had found it. Then I realized something: That last thought had brought no sting with it. Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night."