Quotes About Social media

But you already know me pretty well by now! Helena said, and then directed her to her own profile page.

for there was no local news, there were no journalists—all of that wiped out by social media, the advertising apocalypse and, more than anything else, the war on subjectivity—

because total non-communication in a place like the circle was so difficult, it felt like violence

She clicked on Mae's life preserver.

Fortunately, this all happened in the alternative reality of Twitter, where such things are posted by anonymous accounts with anime avatars.

Twice each year, take a one-week break from social media. I recommend the last week of the summer and the final week of the year—this will recharge your batteries at convenient times and restore your perspective. Then slowly reintroduce yourself to it all with fresh eyes. (If you're feeling really adventurous, join me once a year for the month of August, when I shut off all my devices and stop reading the news entirely.

Look at social media. I could post something about saving orphans and I'd be attacked as a sex-trafficking pedophile. People are such animals online.

I guess all judges get threats and stuff. Hell, these days, who doesn't? Look at social media. I could post something about saving orphans and I'd be attacked as a sex-trafficking pedophile. People are such animals online.

Social media has absolutely nothing to do with the truth. It has to do with making shitloads of money off ads trying to sell people crap they don't need. But the terrible by-product of that is giving a global platform to the absolute worst elements of society. The result is that 'truth' is whatever you can convince people it is. It's exactly what Orwell wrote about." "How does this country survive, then?

Social media has absolutely nothing to do with the truth. It has to do with making shitloads of money off ads trying to sell people crap they don't need. But the terrible by-product of that is giving a global platform to the absolute worst elements of society. The result is that 'truth' is whatever you can convince people it is. It's exactly what Orwell wrote about.

She had spent considerable time writing the letter. The younger generation, with all of its tweets and Facebook and cryptic texts and emails where no actual language or grammar were involved, would never have understood taking the time

Social media has absolutely nothing to do with the truth. It has to do with making shitloads of money off ads trying to sell people crap they don't need. But the terrible by-product of that is giving a global platform to the absolute worst elements of society. The result is that 'truth' is whatever you can convince people it is.

Can't say what impresses me most about my followers – their good looks, their incredible intellects, or their immunity to cheap flattery.

Tweeting is any person's interest of instant messaging in a snappy chat that sounds like a tik tok.

If she packaged the perfect Facebook life, maybe she would start to believe it herself.

Today would be perfect in every way. The Facebook photos wouldn't lie. So much joy. Her life had so much so joy. That was an actual verifiable fact.

She couldn't shake the feeling that if she didn't record this moment on her phone then it wasn't really happening, it didn't count

She could shrink her fears down into innocuous little status updates that drifted away on the news feeds of her friends.

I love MySpace it's done an amazing job for me and it's been insane over the past couple of weeks, but I'm not a poster girl for them.

Someone, somewhere has liked something that Jasmine has posted on Instagram. This means that Alice's phone will continue to pop for the next ten minutes or so as everyone Jasmine knows likes the thing she posted. Alice pictures a sea of disembodied thumbs senselessly pressing hearts. She sighs.

It can't be a coincidence, she thinks now; it can't be a coincidence that they've all gone, that they've abandoned houses, social media platforms, college places, friends.

her and Walter on to the internet for people to gawp at and to judge makes her feel queasy. But she's happy for others to do so. She's a consummate lurker. She never posts, she never comments, she never likes. She just looks.

Sophie does a double take. She scrolls through the comments and sees that Lexie's followers are under the impression that these are the doors to her house. That this is her home. And Lexie does nothing to correct these misapprehensions. She lets her followers believe that yes, this is where she lives.

a sea of disembodied thumbs senselessly pressing hearts.