The sieve and the sand
"We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren't happy. Something's missing."
Sayfa 107 - MontagKitabı okuyor
"She was the one thing that had been missing his entire life without him realizing it."
Some day this pain will be useful to you.
Sayfa 307
You know what I've been thinking since? I've been thinking that you are my country. Is that a strange thing to say? Without you, I don't have a home in this world; I am a felled tree, my roots severed all round; you can topple me with the touch of a finger.
Sayfa 183
"Fear of missing something"
Yeni bir şeyleri kaçırma korkusu...
Sayfa 123Kitabı okudu
She was missing him so much..
What I want is him back, him standing beside me, him laughing at all this. I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here.
you are young and the young are impatient. They can’t wait for school to be over and life to begin. But let me tell you a secret: it already has! This is what life is. Boredom, frustration, trying to get out of things, longing for something better.
Sayfa 175
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Fomo...
Açılımı: “Fear of missing something.”
Yani bir şeyleri kaçırma korkusu...
Özellikle sosyal medya aracılığıyla tetiklenen fırsatları kaçırma korkusu birilerinin bir yerlerde daha iyi zaman geçirdiğini, daha çok para kazandığını ve hayatını mükemmel bir şekilde geçirdiğini düşündürüyor.
Diğer bir deyişle, sosyal medyada daha iyi giyinen, daha çok eğlenen, daha çok kazanan, daha konforlu yaşayan, daha kolay başaran, daha çok onaylanan, daha fazla kabul görenlere bakmak, psikolojik olarak fırsatları kaçırıyor olduğu endişesine düşürebiliyor bireyi...
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“The apartment isn’t the same without you, mia cara. Your clothes are here. Your memories are here.
But you’re not here, and I… Fuck, Vivian, I didn’t think I was capable of missing someone so much. But I am, and I do.”
Sayfa 396Kitabı okudu
Because the past is a dark, distorted mirror. You look at it, you only see your own pain. There is no room in there for someone else’s pain.
Sayfa 112
When you leave your home for unknown shores, you don’t simply carry on as before; a part of you dies inside so that another part can start all over again
Tristan, 8 years old.
And then something happened.
He didn't understand how. He didn't understand why. But suddenly, the little girl's eyes came to him beside the pillar in the shadows, found him.
She tilted her chubby little head in wonder.
And then she smiled.
A completely toothless, completely adorable smile that just knocked him in the stomach.
Tristan felt his own lips move.
He felt himself smile for the first time in days since Luna had gone missing.
She sat behind that wall, longing to feel those droplets on herself, longing to let them sear her, but unable to. And wasn't that her life. Longing for things she couldn't reach, things that tried to reach her and came up against a wall. A glass wall. Where she could see everything, know exactly what she was missing, drown in her awareness even as the glass couldn't break. Because just as it did now, breaking the glass meant death.