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“Hakikatleri örten bir perdedir karanlık. Onun saklı dünyasına tek tanıklık edense peşinden ayrılmayan gölgesidir.”
― Claimed by Shadow
― Claimed by Shadow
“Hayatimizdaki her şey tepetaklak olduğunda,kim güneşin alevler saça saça denize düşmeyeceğine kefil olabilir ki?”
― The Monstrumologist
― The Monstrumologist
“Hepimiz, ama hepimiz köleyiz Will Henry...Bazılarımız korkunun kölesiyiz.Bazılarımızda mantığın ya da en ilkel arzularımızın kölesiyiz. Köle olmak kaderimiz. Will Henry, asıl mesele neye inanacağımız.Gerçeğe ya da yalana mı bağlı kalmalıyız, umuda ya da çaresizliğe mi, yoksa ışığa ya da karanlığa mı? Ben ışığa hizmet etmekten yanayım, ama ne yazık ki çoğu zaman kendimi karanlıkta buluyorum.”
― The Monstrumologist
― The Monstrumologist
“Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.”
― The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
― The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
“Have you kissed many boys before?" he asked quietly.
His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. "Boys? That's an assumption."
Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. "Girls, then?"
"No."
"Not many girls? Or not many boys?"
"Neither," I said. Let him make of that what he would.
"How many?"
"Why—"
"I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?"
My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. "One."
At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn't asking. Maybe I didn't mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah's five o' clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear.
"He was doing it wrong.”
― The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
His question brought my mind back into focus. I raised an eyebrow. "Boys? That's an assumption."
Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. "Girls, then?"
"No."
"Not many girls? Or not many boys?"
"Neither," I said. Let him make of that what he would.
"How many?"
"Why—"
"I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?"
My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. "One."
At this, Noah leaned in impossibly closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him and grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn't asking. Maybe I didn't mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah's five o' clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear.
"He was doing it wrong.”
― The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer
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