"Dünyadaki en güçlü insanlar kadınlardır. Erkekler, kadınlarda başlarını yaslayabilecekleri bir yastık ve bebekken onları kucağında taşıyan annelerini ararlar."
"Women are the strongest people in the world. Men look for in women a pillow to rest their heads on and a mother who carried them in her arms when they were babies."
- Coco Chanel
Sayfa 62 - Destek Yayınları 9. BaskıKitabı okudu
Bu sözümü unutmayın Mr. Dedalus dedi. İngiltere, Yahudilerin eline geçmiş durumda. En yüksek makamlarda: Maliyesinde, basınında...
Bir milletin çöküşünün işaretleridir bunlar. Nerede toplansalar o milletin hayatiyetini yiyip bitirirler. Yıllar önce, işin bu noktaya gelebileceğini öngörebiliyordum.
Bizim şu anda burada olduğumuzdan nasıl
“Yes.” He said the word like a vow. It hung in the air between us, and then he swallowed. “As your friend.”
Friend. The word had edges. This was Grayson pulling back, keeping me at arm’s length. Pretending that he got to make the rules.
It would have stung if I’d let it, but I didn’t. “Friends,” I repeated, fixing my gaze on the end of the lift, which was quickly approaching.
Bu alıntı da güzel, çok güzel.
“When I was five I asked my mother about love. She scooped me into her arms and spun me around, her laughter filling up the room. She said love was like a red, round balloon; there was a part of you that wanted to hold on to it, a part of you that longed to see it soar into the big, open sky.
At ten, I asked my mother again about love. A soft smile played on her lips when she said love was like a drowsy kitten that came to you, unbidden, crawled into your lap, and made you the center of its world.
The day I turned twenty, I dared to ask my mother one last time about love. She tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and held my young, hopeful face between her gentle hands. Her eyes were raw with longing when she answered, love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.”
“Head down,” Jameson told me. He stepped up behind me and adjusted my grip, his arms wrapping around mine, guiding them from shoulder to fingertips. Even through my uniform blazer, I could feel the heat of his body.
“Try again,” he murmured.
She looks at me then, a question in her eyes.
But I can only smile at her. I want to scoop her up and carry her away. Take her somewhere quiet and lose myself in her. I love that the girl who blushes so easily in my arms is the same one who would kill a man for hurting me.
