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Una sociedad solo puede aliviar el sufrimiento social, el sufrimiento innecesario. El resto subsiste. La raiz, la realidad. Todos nosotros, los que estamos aqui, vamos a conocer el dolor; si vivimos cincuenta anos, seran cincuenta anos de dolor. Y al final moriremos. Esa es la condicion en la que hemos nacido.
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español
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A meaningless question has only meaningless answers.
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meaning
belief
question
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No need to try to find it," said Unroy. "The sacredness is there. In the truth, the pain, the beauty. So that the telling of it is sacred."
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spirituality
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In fact, while we read a novel, we are insane--bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren't there, we hear their voices, we watch the battle of Borodino with them, we may even become Napoleon. Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.
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I am offered the Grand Inquisitor's choice. Will you choose freedom without happiness, or happiness without freedom? The only answer one can make, I think, is: No.
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freedom
happiness
utopia
resistance
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Where man goes, trees die; or, to paraphrase Tacitus, we make a desert and call it progress.
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existed. He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.
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Loss of face for the Commensals, caught lying. You will be a treasure, a long-lost hearth-brother, to King Argaven, Genry. For a while. You must send for your Star Ship at once, at the first chance you get.
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And he began to see the truth, that Ged had neither lost nor won but, naming the shadow of his death with his own name, had made himself whole: a man: who, knowing his whole true self, cannot be used or possessed by any power other than himself, and whose life therefore is lived for life's sake and never in the service of ruin, or pain, or hatred, or the dark.
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he saw what was up and
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We have created crime, just as the propertarians did. We force a man outside the sphere of our approval, and then condemn him for it. We've made laws, laws of conventional behavior, built walls all around ourselves, and we can't see them, because they're part of our thinking.
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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. Orr
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She went to the door and stood half inside, half outside for a while, listening to the creek shouting and hollering eternal praise! eternal praise! It was incredible that it had kept up this tremendous noise for hundreds of years before she was ever born, and would go on doing it until the mountains moved. And the strangest thing about it, was a distant note in it, far away upstream it seemed, like the voices of unborn children singing, ver..
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Unless physical action reflects psychic action, unless the deeds express the person, I get very bored with adventure stories; often it seems that the more action there is, the less happens.
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the vehicle you arrived on, locked up where we can't see it, would it be possible, as suggested, for you to bring down your . . . Star Ship? What do you call it? Ai: Star Ship is a good name, sir. Alshel: Oh? What do you call it?
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the entity of twenty-five, where it was warmest. We did not struggle for the warm place, we simply were in it each night. It is a terrible thing, this kindness that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change. We have nothing else to give.
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He keeps some goats, and a garden patch. In autumn he goes wandering over the island, alone, in the forests, on the mountainsides, through the valleys of the rivers. I lived there once with him, when I was younger than you are now. I didn't stay long, I hadn't the sense to stay. I went off seeking evil, and sure enough I found it... But you come escaping evil; seeking freedom; seeking silence for a while, until you find your own way. There ..
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proud men and umbrageous men, casting black shadows.
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How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. 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 ..
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Did you ever happen to think, Dr. Haber,' he said, quietly enough but stuttering a little, 'that there, there might be other people who dream the way I do? That reality's being changed out from under us, replaced, renewed, all the time--only we don't know it? Only the dreamer knows it, and those who know his dream. If that's true, I guess we're lucky not knowing it.
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He was so intense, so serious, armored in the formality of his rank and yet vulnerable in his honesty, the purity of his will. Her heart yearned to him. He thought he had learned pain, but he would learn it again and again, all his life, and forget none of it.
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She found that their company revived her, carried her away from the constant presence of last night's terror, little by little, till she could begin to look back on it as something that had happened, not something that was happening, that must always be happening to her.
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There is neither source nor end, for all things are in the Center of Time. As all the stars may be reflected in a round raindrop falling in the night: so too do all the stars reflect the raindrop. There is neither darkness nor death, for all things are, in the light of the Moment, and their end and their beginning are one. One
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What is sacredness? What is true is sacred. What has been suffered. What is beautiful. So the Telling tries to find the truth in events or the pain, or the beauty? No need to try to find it, said Unroy. The sacredness is there. In the truth, the pain, the beauty. So that the telling of it is sacred.
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spirituality
science-fiction
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Who would be an artist if they did not believe that that happens? If they did not know it happens, because they have felt the god within them use their tongue, their hands? Maybe only once, once in their lives. But once is enough. Nor
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Apollo blinds those who press too close in worship. Don't look straight at the sun. Go into a dark bar for a bit and have a beer with Dionysios, every now and then. I
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Hearth-brothers, or friends," he said, and saying it was remote, out of reach, two feet from me in a tent eight feet across. No answer to that. What is more arrogant than honesty? Cooled, I climbed into my fur bag. "Good night, Ai," said the alien, and the other alien said, "Good night, Harth." A friend. What is a friend, in a world where any friend may be a lover at a new phase of the moon? Not I, locked in my virility: no friend to Therem..
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Hate Orgoreyn? No, how should I? How does one hate a country, or love one? Tibe talks about it; I lack the trick of it. 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 ha..
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My lord, do nothing because it is righteous or praiseworthy or noble to do so; do nothing because it seems good to do so; do only that which you must do and which you cannot do in any other way." There"
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But I don't know what my side is, he thought, as he went back to his chair by the window. The Liberation, of course, yes, but what is the Liberation? Not an ideal, the freedom of the enslaved. Not now. Never again. Since the Uprising, the Liberation is an army, a political body, a great number of people and leaders and would-be leaders, ambitions and greed clogging hopes and strength, a clumsy amateur semi-government lurching from violence ..
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If you write science fiction you can spell things the way you like, sometimes.
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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In this effort to attain security, independence and privacy of course were suspect....
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tradeoffs
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And nightly under the simple stars As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables,
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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T]hey had not taught the boy to lie. But they had not taught him to know truth from lies.
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truth
lying-by-omission
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Revolution is our obligation: our hope of evolution. 'The Revolution is in the individual spirit, or it is nowhere. It is for all, or it is nothing. If it is seen as having any end, it will never truly begin.' We can't stop here. We must go on. We must take the risks.
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His themes were not pride and love at all, though he used the words perpetually; as he used them they meant self-praise and hate. He talked a great deal about Truth also, for he was, he said, "cutting down beneath the veneer of civilization." It is a durable, ubiquitous, specious metaphor, that one about veneer (or paint, or pliofilm, or whatever) hiding the nobler reality beneath. It can conceal a dozen fallacies at once. One of the most d..
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politics
manipulation
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Gercek yolculuk geri donustur...
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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I thought, shivering, that there are things that outweigh comfort, unless one is an old woman or a cat.
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Did you ever happen to think, Dr. Haber," he said, quietly enough but stuttering a little, "that there, there might be other people who dream the way I do? That reality's being changed out from under us, replaced, renewed, all the time--only we don't know it? Only the dreamer knows it, and those who know his dream. If that's true, I guess we're lucky not knowing it."
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.
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I talk about gods; I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth.
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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 world of it.
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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. The
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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We came. . . from a great distance to each other. We have always done so, over great distances, over years, over abysses of chance. It is because he comes from so far away that nothing can separate us. Nothing. No distances, no years can be greater than the distance that's already between us, the distance of our sex, the difference of our being, our minds, that gap, that abyss, which we bridge with a look, with a touch, with a word, the eas..
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