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You want to work spells,' Ogion said presently, striding along. 'You've drawn too much water from that well. Wait. Manhood is patience. Mastery is nine times patience. What is that herb by the path?' 'Strawflower.' 'And that?' 'I don't know.' 'Fourfoil, they call it.' Ogion had halted, the coppershod foot of his staff near the little weed, so Ged looked closely at the plant, and plucked a dry seedpod from it, and finally asked, since Ogion ..
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magic
herbalist
plants
mastery
patience
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You can't change anything from outside it. Standing apart, looking down, taking the overview, you see the pattern. What's wrong, what's missing. You want to fix it. But you can't patch it. You have to be in it, weaving it. You have to be part of the weaving.
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Geraldine Brooks: People of the Book
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There are two kinds of knowledge, local and universal. There are two kinds of time, local and historical.
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My dogs have barked at a beggar tonight and he proves a prince of starlight.
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rhyme
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No-mind is an evil place for mind to stay.
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In trouble and from darkness you come, Ged, yet your coming is joy to me.
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love
social-support
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The elimination of war. Did the Ancient Hainish postulate that continuous sexual capacity and organized social aggression, neither of which are attributes of any mammal but man, are cause and effect?
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Everyone is important," Sue said "I learned that this summer." Was that the truth that the croaking voice had gasped at torture's end? She didn't believe it. Nobody was important. But she couldn't say that. It would sound as cheap, as stupid, as the stupid professor. But the pebble wasn't important, neither was she, neither was Sue. Neither was the sea. Important wasn't the point. Things didn't have rank."
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KHSHAnv kvrAym rvmn, Ayzh rvmn SHlA yhyh, `lynv ld`t hyTb SHKHl h`sk KHvlv hvA hbl hblym, Abl bSH`t hkryAh, `lynv lhAmyn lKHl mylh vmylh. lbsvp, KHASHr KHylynv At hkryAh, Avly nmTSA - Am hyh zh rvmn Tvb - SHAnv kTSt SHvnym mKHpy SHhyynv lpny SHkrAnv Avtv, SHhSHtnynv bmkTSt, KHpy SHAnv mSHtnym KHSHAnv pvgSHym prTSvp HdSH Av HvTSym rHvb SHlA HTSynv m`vlm. Abl kSHh mAvd lvmr mh bdyvk lmdnv, Av KHyTSd hSHtnynv.
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Then suddenly he was aware of a man clothed in white who watched him through the falling water of the fountain.
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Here, the government can check not only act but thought. Surely no men should have such power over others.
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To oppose something is to maintain it. They say here "all roads lead to Mishnory." To be sure, if you turn your back on Mishnory and walk away from it, you are still on the Mishnory road. To oppose vulgarity is inevitably to be vulgar. You must go somewhere else; you must have another goal; then you walk a different road."
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Every so often somebody writes a story or novel in the second person under the impression that it hasn't been done before.
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Don't WORry if OTHers disaGREE DON'T WORry if OTHers DISagree Don't WORry if OTHers DISaGREE
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What happens to a man who just won't cooperate?" "Well, he moves on. The others get tired of him, you know. They make fun of him, or they get rough with him, beat him up . . ."
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To go was not enough for him, only half enough; he must come back. In such a tendency was already foreshadowed, perhaps, the nature of the immense exploration he was to undertake into the extremes of the comprehensible. He would most likely not have embarked on that years-long enterprise had he not had profound assurance that return was possible, even though he himself might not return; that indeed the very nature of the voyage, like a circ..
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To be the man he can be, Ged has to find out who and what his real enemy is. He has to find out what it means to be himself. That requires not a war but a search and a discovery. The search takes him through mortal danger, loss, and suffering. The discovery brings him victory, the kind of victory that isn't the end of a battle but the beginning of a life.
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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We all have forests in our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.
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The traitor, the self; the self that cries I want to live; let the world burn so long as I can live!
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was I to join them therefore? To let their acts rule my own? I will not make their choices for them, nor will I let them make mine for me!
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Hate's not functional; why are we taught it?
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violence
hate
education
science-fiction
peace
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paralyzing humiliation was a chemical sequel to getting drunk, like the headache.
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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This has been going on for two or three millennia. That is an amazingly long time for anything to mean anything to anybody.
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Ahora sabia, y era cruel saberlo, que su tarea nunca habia consistido en tratar de deshacer lo que habia hecho sino en terminar lo que habia empezado.
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I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing.
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There is nothing, the Ice says, but Ice. - But the young volcano there to northward has another word it thinks of saying.
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The unknown,' said Faxe's soft voice in the forest, 'the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action. If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. No Handdara, no Yomesh, no hearthgods, nothing. But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion ... Tell me, Genry, what is known? What is sure, predictable, inevitabl..
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If I turned left, east, I could look up a little, and I could see how the rain came, not only in waves as I often see it from the windows of the house, but spaced and crowded together to form columns, like tall white women, immense wraiths hurrying one after another endlessly northward up the beach, as fast as the wind and yet solemn, processional, great grave beings hurrying by.
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I remember Aeneas' words as I remember the poet's words. I remember every word because they are the fabric of my life, the warp I am woven on. All my life since Aeneas' death might seem a weaving torn out of the loom unfinished, a shapeless tangle of threads making nothing, but it is not so; for my mind returns as the shuttle returns always to the starting place, finding the pattern, going on with it. I was a spinner, not a weaver, but I ha..
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She's pious." By that word I meant responsible, faithful to duty, open to awe."
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In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we're done with it, we may find--if it's a good novel--that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have been changed a little, as if by having met a new face, crossed a street we never crossed before. But it's very hard to say just what we learned, how we..
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The unexpected is what makes life possible.
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El tiempo no transcurria. No habia tiempo. El era el tiempo: solo el. Era el rio, la flecha, la piedra. Pero no avanzaba.
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español
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If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion... But also if it were proven that there is a God, there would be no religion.
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religion
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We are all dead, and we spoiled the world before we died. There is nothing left. Nothing but dreams.
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To let understanding stop at what cannot be understood is a high attainment. Those who cannot do it will be destroyed on the lathe of heaven.
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Oh fool, oh desolation!" said the Prince of Kansas. "Ill give you ten women to accompany you to the Place of the Lie, with lutes and flutes and tambourines and contraceptive pills. I'll give you five good friends armed with firecrackers. I'll give you a dog--in truth I will, a living extinct dog, to be your true companion. Do you know why dogs died out? Because they were loyal, because they were trusting. Go alone, man!"
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Even among writers, not all seem to share my enjoyment of pursuing a word or a usage through the dictionaries and the wastebaskets. If I start doing it aloud in public, some of them look at me with horror or compassion, or try to go quietly away.
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There's one way to make a baby. If you know another, you can do it with somebody else!
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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I think Homer outwits most writers who have written on the War, by not taking sides. The Trojan war is not and you cannot make it be the War of Good vs. Evil. It's just a war, a wasteful, useless, needless, stupid, protracted, cruel mess full of individual acts of courage, cowardice, nobility, betrayal, limb-hacking-off, and disembowelment. Homer was a Greek and might have been partial to the Greek side, but he had a sense of justice or bal..
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Truth is a matter of the imagination. The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust. Facts are no more solid, coherent, round, and real than pearls are. But both are sensitive.
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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We shape each other to be human.
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relationships
humanity
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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La vida es posible solo a causa de esa permanente e intolerable incertidumbre: no conocer lo que vendra.
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