Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you're at your worst.
- Yara Bashraheel
“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.
They shut my water off,
I got a nasty cough;
I'm out here every day with my hammer!
My arms hurt,
My legs hurt;
I'm out here every day with my hammer!
2005,
2008;
Out here every day with my hammer!
Two, two, five,
Two, nine, two, eight;
I'm out here every day with my hammer!
Omuzdaki Silahlar (Shoulder Arms)
Filmde, Charlie, tüm savaşa giden askerlerin korkunç gerçeklerini ortaya çıkarıyordu - bitip tükenmez çamur, su dolu hendekler, bit ve fareler, sürekli bombardıman ve korku - ve tüm bunları savaşın aptallığıyla alay eden bir komediye dönüştürüyordu.
Sayfa 40 - İlkkaynak Kültür ve SanatKitabı okudu
