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E bom ter um objetivo nas jornadas que empreendemos; mas, no fim das contas, o que importa e a jornada em si.
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I stood benumbed. The man was like an electric shock--nothing to hold on to and you don't know what hit you.
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He tried to read an elementary economics text; it bored him past endurance, it was like listening to somebody interminably recounting a long and stupid dream. He could not force himself to understand how banks functioned and so forth, because all the operations of capitalism were as meaningless to him as the rites of a primitive religion, as barbaric, as elaborate, and as unnecessary. In a human sacrifice to deity there might be at least a ..
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They think if people can possess enough things they will be content to live in prison.
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patience with him either, always at him to hurry up and
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9217fad
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I could forget everything I'd lost, because I'd never had it.
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Incommunicable. Language used for communication with individual-persons will not contain other forms of relationship. Jor Jor." The right hand, a great, greenish, flipperlike extremity, came forward in a slow and perhaps tentative fashion. "Tiua'k Ennbe Ennbe." Orr shook hands with it. It stood immobile, apparently regarding him, though no eyes were visible inside the dark-tinted, vapor-filled headpiece. If it was a headpiece. Was there in ..
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The law of evolution is that the strongest survives!" "Yes, and the strongest, in the existence of any social species, are those who are most social. In human terms, most ethical. You see, we have neither prey nor enemy, on Anarres. We have only one another. There is no strength to be gained from hurting one another. Only weakness."
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Why hadn't she been a detective instead of a goddamn stupid third-class civil rights lawyer? She hated the law. It took an aggressive, assertive personality. She didn't have it. She had a sneaky, sly, shy, squamous personality. She had French diseases of the soul.
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She had a pocket recorder and was taking all this down: every five seconds, as the law required, the thing went teep. "Will you describe the therapy you're employing please, teep and explain the role this device plays in it? Don't tell me how it teep works, that's in your report, but what it does. Teep for instance, how does its use differ from the Elektroson or the trancap?"
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People had huddled back into the old core of the city; and once the suburbs had been looted, they burned. Like Moscow in 1812, acts of God or vandalism: they were no longer wanted, and they burned.
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It's a queer business, making oneself blind.
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choice
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With eye and hand and breath and will.
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undoing
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privilege was obligation; command was service; power, the gift itself, entailed a heavy loss of freedom.
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responsibility
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I can't decide which color I am. I mean, my father was a black, a real black--oh, he had some white blood, but he was a black--and my mother was a white, and I'm neither one. See, my father really hated my mother because she was white. But he also loved her. But I think she loved his being black much more than she loved him. Well, where does that leave me? I never have figured out." "Brown," he said gently, standing behind her chair. "Shit ..
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Suffering is the condition on which we live. And when it comes, you know it. You know it as the truth. Of course it's right to cure diseases, to prevent hunger and injustice, as the social organism does. But no society can change the nature of existence. We can't prevent suffering. This pain and that pain, yes, but not Pain. A society can only relieve social suffering, unnecessary suffering. The rest remains. The root, the reality. All of u..
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You're trying to reach progressive, humanitarian goals with a tool that isn't suited to the job. Who has humanitarian dreams?
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It doesn't make any difference if his end is good; means are all we've got
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Life is a fight, and the strongest wins. All civilization does is hide the blood and cover up the hate with pretty words!
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I was willing to believe him that most modern writing was trash, on the evidence that so much old writing was trash; but I didn't put it that way to him.
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She told Everra that he had given her and Sallo the soul's hunger for books and thoughts, and must not deprive them now that Sallo was starving among the inanities of the silk rooms and she among the pomposities of merchants and the illiteracy of politicians.
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The insistent permissiveness of the late twentieth century had produced fully as much sex-guilt and sex-fear in its heirs as had the insistent repressiveness of the late nineteenth century.
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You see, I don't write the way I was trained to write at the conservatory. I write dysfunctional music.
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I don't know. Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It IS and we ARE. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.
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The old farfetchers' motto: Opinion ends reception.
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I wonder if men find it easier than women do to consider people not as bodies, as lives, but as numbers, figures, toys of the mind to be pushed about a battleground of the mind. This disembodiment gives pleasure, exciting them and freeing them to act for the sake of acting, for the sake of manipulating the figures, the game pieces. Love of country, or honor, or freedom, then, may be names they give that pleasure to justify it to the gods an..
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To deny the past is to deny the future. A man does not make his destiny: he accepts it or denies it.
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kids could and did swim in it happily as in their native element, at least until some teacher or professor told them they had to come out, dry off, and breathe modernism ever after.
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One of the rocks in my soulbag, a little grey rock that I had picked up on a certain day in a certain place in the hills above the river in the Silver Time, a little piece of my world, that became my world. |Every night I took it out and held it in my hand while I lay in bed waiting to sleep, thinking of the sunlight on the hills above the river, listening to the soft shushing of the ship's systems, like a mechanical sea.
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Darkness is only in the mortal eye, that thinks it sees, but sees not. In the Sight of Meshe there is no darkness. Therefore those that call upon the darkness+ are made fools of and spat out from the mouth of Meshe, for they name what is not, calling it Source and End. There is neither source nor end, for all things are in the Centre of Time. As all the stars may be reflected in a round raindrop falling in the night: so too do all the stars..
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By the end of this second day of wasted effort, scrabbling and squirming over pressure-blocks and up ice-cliffs always to be stopped by a sheer face or overhang, trying farther on and failing again, Ai was exhausted and enraged. He looked ready to cry, but did not. I believe he considers crying either evil or shameful. Even when he was very ill and weak, the first days of our escape, he hid his face from me when he wept. Reasons personal, r..
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Hector had no virtue?" "Of course he did. He won all his battles, till the last one." "We all do," Aeneas remarked."
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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I think one cannot be left alive among so many deaths without feeling unendurable shame.
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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it was joy they were both after - the completeness of being. If you evade suffering you also evade the chance of joy. Pleasure you may get, or pleasures, but you will not be fulfilled. You will not know what it is to come home.
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One of the rocks in my soulbag, a little grey rock that I had picked up on a certain day in a certain place in the hills above the river in the Silver Time, a little piece of my world, that became my world. |Every night I took it out and held it in my hand while I lay in bed waiting to sleep, thinking of the sunlight on the hills above the river, listening to the soft shushing of the ship's systems, like a mechanical sea
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solitude
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As for the doctor's mind, though intelligent and certainly well-meaning, it was a jumble of intellectual artifacts even more confusing than all the gadgets, appliances, and coneniences that filled the ship. These latter Shevek found entertaining; everything was so lavish, stylish, and inventive; but the furniture of Kimoe's intellect he did not find so comfortable. Kimoe's ideas never seemed to be able to go in a straight line; they had to ..
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A writer who wants to write good stuff needs to read great stuff. If you don't read widely, or read only writers in fashion at the moment, you'll have a limited idea of what can be done with the English language.
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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I do not say that artists cannot be seers, inspired: that the
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A man wants his virility regarded, a woman wants her femininity appreciated, however indirect and subtle the indications of regard and appreciation. On Winter they will not exist. One is respected and judged only as a human being. It is an appalling experience.
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Ged isso la vela. Tutto aveva l'aria di essere stato usato a lungo, faticosamente, sebbene la vela rossocupa fosse rattoppata con grande cura e la barca fosse pulita e ben tenuta. erano come il loro padrone: erano andate lontano, e la vita non le aveva trattate con dolcezza. -- Ora -- disse Ged, -- ora siamo partiti, ora siamo liberi, siamo andati, Tenar. Lo senti anche tu? Lei lo sentiva. Una mano tenebrosa aveva allentato la stretta che a..
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Fact is one of our finest fictions.
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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And I wondered, not for the first time, what patriotism is, what the love of country truly consists of, how that yearning loyalty that had shaken my friend's voice arises, and how so real a love can become, too often, so foolish and vile a bigotry. Where does it go wrong?
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Ebediyet beni ilgilendirmez. Ben bir meseyim, ne bir eksik ne bir fazla. Bir gorevim var ve yerine getiriyorum; hoslandigim seyler var ve onlardan keyif aliyorum. Gerci sayica azaldilar. Cunku kuslar da azaldi. Hem, ruzgar da berbat kokuyor artik. Tamam, uzun omurluyum ama benim de gecici bir sey olmaya hakkim var. Olumlu olma ayricaligim var. Oysa bu ayricalik elimden alindi. ... Dunya da olumu gozleriyle gormek isteyen varsa bu onlarin so..
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inspirational
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anlatilacak hikaye ne kadar coksa hakikat de o kadar coktu.
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metafor
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