Genel grev hala devam ediyordu. Fakat, bir süre sonra CNT sağlık sendikası tarafından yürütülen mücadeleyle teslim alınan hastaneler ve sağlık merkezleri yeniden fonksiyonlarını görmeye başladılar. En önemli hastaneler işçiler tarafından kontrol ediliyordu. Taban inisiyatifi ile fırıncılar, kolektif ya da komünal biçimlerde yeniden çalışmaya
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Chapter Fifteen
“You don’t look ruined. Want to know what I see when I look at you?”
“No. Shut up.”
“I see a man who’s so intelligent I can imagine it’s exhausting living inside your brain. You’re wealthy, respected by both peers and government and media. You have it all.”
A vein throbbed dangerously in his neck as he shook his head, laughing under his breath. It sounded manic—like the tip of a volcano that was about to explode from the depths and rain molten lava. “Have it all?” I have it all?” He hunched over the wheel. “You have it wrong, Sarah. I have nothing. Fucking nothing because they took it all.”
“I know you’re hurting. And I won’t try and understand what you’re dealing with, but you can’t live your life blocked from feeling. You’ll snap.”
gidiyor, satacak
Carl Gustav Jung: En Gözde Oğulun Kovulması
Saldırganın, saldırmak üzere olanı küçümsemek için kullandığı istismar terimleri daima değişir.
- Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano
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Önceki Gün ya da Bir Yıl Öncesi Danny Livingstone, sol kulağının içindeki kulak çubuğunu elinde çevirdiği sırada kendi kendisine, burası cennet, dedi. Yanına kar kalan birkaç günlük keyfinden biri de buydu, çünkü yüzlerini bile hatırlayamadığı kadar çok kadınla yatıp kalktıktan (ki kendileriyle bir daha karşılaşmayı filan arzulamıyordu), o güya
If your heart is a volcano how shall you expect flowers to bloom in your hands?
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I felt overwhelming physical sensations that welled up inside my body like a volcano with no vent, no outlet for release. I couldn’t attach any words to my feelings and, put simply, I didn’t know what to do with them. I couldn’t speak about them as I had no words for them. This is called ‘alexithymia’. Breaking my skin and channelling the feelings into physical pain somehow diverted my attention into something solid and tangible and made them dissipate. There was a sense of relief and calm.
"She wasn’t a black hole, she decided. She was a volcano. And like a volcano she couldn’t run away from herself. She’d have to stay there and tend to that wasteland.
She could plant a forest inside herself."
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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.”
