'Your sister... I gather she's been ill.'
She looked away up at the sun-filled sky and down again and straight at me, and in a shattering moment of awareness I saw the pain and the cracks behind the bright public façade.
“Does that word mean nothing to you?” I say.
“What word?” asks Kat.
“Love,” I say. “You use it a lot.”
“I have infinite love to give,” Kat says to the sky.
“Right,” I say to my shoes.
Hangi tür kitapları seviyorsun?
🔎 Polisiye
💕 Romantik
🚀 Bilim Kurgu
🏰 Fantastik
📖 Klasik
🧠 Kişisel Gelişim
🏛️ Tarih
😱 Gerilim
Bu gerilimli ortamda bilinçsizce Shakespeare'in şu sözlerini düşünmek zorunda kaldım:
"So foul a sky clears not without a stonn."
[Bu kadar karanlık bir gökyüzü fırtınasız açılmaz.]
Sky: Aslında bunun için bir kelime var, biliyor musun? İmposter Sendromu.
Melody: O ne?
Sky: "Ait olduğun yeri hak etmiyormuşsun gibi hissetmek."
Superman reference in Harry PotterHarry Potter
“And then Dumbledore called out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers —
“Aha! Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!”
“Where?” said many students eagerly, all looking in different directions.
“There!” yelled a sixth year, pointing over the forest.
Something large, much larger than a broomstick — or, indeed, a hundred broomsticks — was hurtling across the deep blue sky toward the castle, growing larger all the time.
“It’s a dragon!” shrieked one of the first years, losing her head completely.
“Don’t be stupid . . . it’s a flying house!” said Dennis Creevey.
Dennis’s guess was closer. . . . As the gigantic black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest and the lights shining from the castle windows hit it, they saw a gigantic, powder-blue, horse-drawn carriage, the size of a large house, soaring toward them, pulled through the air by a dozen winged horses, all palominos, and each the size of an elephant.”
Not dank or dark object at all. Not heavy, weary, but pulsing with life. The high realm, aspect of yang: empyrean, ethereal. As befits work of art. Yes, that is artist's job: takes mineral rock from dark silent earth, transforms it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.
