Mobiles Quotes

“While we are curling down in our comfort zone, the perverted talents of connectivity-designers drive us surreptitiously into a blind alley of addiction. If, however, we succeed in impeding mobiles' unlimited rule, we may be able to relish the fragrance of the ‘moment’ but also sense the vital spark and spirit of “otherness”. ("Even if the world goes down, my mobile will save me")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“The addiction to our mobiles may insidiously unlock evil actions by helplessly surrendering to the plague of blatant indifference, arrogant inattention, and flighty bee-lining and sophisticated acts of revenge. Smartphones may unstitch positive points in our lives and incidentally enchant us by instant selfies but, with some, they might inexorably trigger off shabby and despicable practices. ("Even if the world goes down, my mobile will save me" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“I don’t agree on spending time with someone who is more attached to his cell phone than he is to me.”
― Mohamed Ghazi, Honest

“We are wasting our youth holding cold devices while we should be holding one another’s warm hands.”
― Mohamed Ghazi, Honest

“There is already enough chattering nonsense on the ground. Do we really need aviaries in pressurised tin cans at 30,000 feet as well ?”
― Alex Morritt, Impromptu Scribe

“Is there such a thing as too much social media?
If you think that there is, please contact us on:
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, wechat, WhatsApp, Youtube, QQ, Sina Weibo.
And we will get back to you.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Auntie Zee’s room was a wondrous kaleidoscope of color: scarfs and tapestries were draped over the walls, while mobiles made of prisms dangled from the ceiling. Gold, silver, and blue pillows were piled on the bed beneath a ruby-and-emerald-colored canopy. Multicolored rugs covered the honey-colored floor. Every surface was stacked with treasures: boxes carved from seashells; tiny sculptures of creatures that shouldn’t exist, like dragons and centaurs; little paintings that hung on the wall depicting worlds with impossibly high waterfalls, many moons, and castles. Coming inside, Calisa saw one etching of the labyrinth with its bone guards.
These were souvenirs of her travels. Or perhaps gifts from visiting travelers. She’d made her room a shrine to all the wonders that the nexus could bring. She loves this place.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Faraway Inn