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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 57a7560 | At the pit's bottom is no anger. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 3bc24d0 | It is hard to meet a stranger. Even the greatest extravert meeting even the meekest stranger knows a certain dread, though he may not know he knows it. Will he make a fool of me wreck my image of myself invade me destroy me change me? Yes, that he will. There's the terrible thing: the strangeness of the stranger. | people strange stranger | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| c302d77 | o. It is not wonderful. It is an ugly world. Not like this one. Anarres is all dusty and dry hills. All meager, all dry. And the people aren't beautiful. They have big hands and feet, like me and the waiter there. But not big bellies. They get very dirty, and take baths together, nobody here does that. The towns are very small and dull, they are dreary. No palaces. Life is dull, and hard work. You can't always have what you want, or even wh.. | materialism | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 3df775f | Offering I made a poem going to sleep last night, woke in sunlight, it was clean forgotten. If it was any good, gods of the great darkness where sleep goes and farther death goes, you not named, then as true offering accept it. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 33d5c4e | I never had a gift but one, to know when the great wheel gives to a touch, to know and act. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 62b9755 | He was never rash or hurried, but he was always read. It was the secret, no doubt, of the extraordinary political career he threw away for my sake; it was also the explanation of his belief in me and devotion to my mission. When I came, he was ready. Nobody else on Winter was. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 80873c4 | Perhaps women have more complicated selves. They know how to do more than one thing at one time. That comes late to men. If at all. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 2e1a533 | They let us be, here, in the cage of our ignorance. | ignorance suppression | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| e73eea7 | We weren't cruel, we were ignorant, foolish. Children are ignorant and foolish. But they learn. If they are given a chance to learn. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 1d389a6 | To be whole is to be part; true voyage is return. | philosophy taoism | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 4c96838 | There was no more room in the world for whole people, they took up too much space. What she had done to him was only a part of the general program for cutting him and people like him down to size, for chopping and paring and breaking up, so that in the texture of life nothing large, nothing hard, nothing grand should remain. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| cffc403 | Po-k'sno, kogato Ged razmishliavashe za tazi noshch, stana mu iasno, che ako nikoi ne go be dokosnal, dokato lezheshe bezdikhanen, ako nikoi ne go be povikal po niakak'v nachin, toi shcheshe da si otide zavinagi. Spasi go edinstveno niamata, instinktivna m'drost na zviara, koito blizheshe raneniia si drugar, za da go uspokoi. No v tazi m'drost Ged vidia neshcho srodno s's sobstvenata si sila, neshcho d'lboko kolkoto samoto mag'osnichestvo. .. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 647ac36 | Ultimately you write alone. And ultimately you and you alone can judge your work. The judgment that a work is complete--this is what I meant to do, and I stand by it--can come only from the writer, and it can be made rightly only by a writer who's learned to read her own work. Group criticism is great training for self-criticism. But until quite recently no writer had that training, and yet they learned what they needed. They learned it by .. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 14f1df8 | 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. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| cf87754 | There are a limited number of plots (some say seven, some say twelve, some say thirty). There is no limit to the number of stories. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 23f42c3 | For they were alone, and he was one of the seven persons in the world who knew the Archmage's name. The others were the Master Namer of Roke; and Ogion the Silent, the wizard of Re Albi, who long ago on the mountain of Gont had given Ged that name; and the White Lady of Gont, Tenar of the Ring; and a village wizard in Iffish called Vetch; and in Iffish again, a house-carpenter's wife, mother of three girls, ignorant of all sorcery but wise .. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| c6ebe86 | Hemos llegado, desde una gran distancia el uno al otro. Siempre lo hemos hecho. A traves de grandes distancias, a traves de anos, a traves de abismos de casualidad. Porque el viene de tan lejos, nada puede separarnos. Nada, ni la distancia, ni los anos, puede ser mas grande que la distancia que siempre estuvo entre nosotros, la distancia de nuestro sexo, la diferencia de nuestro ser, la de nuestras mentes; esa brecha, ese abismo que salvamo.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 28c17af | Why must there be war?" "Oh Lavinia, what a woman's question that is! Because men are men." | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 4a3988c | And yet, I wonder if it isn't all a misunderstanding--this grasping after happiness, this fear of pain. . . . If instead of fearing it and running from it, one could . . . get through it, go beyond it There is something beyond it. It's the self that suffers, and there's a place where the self--ceases. I don't know how to say it. But I believe that the reality--the truth that I recognize in suffering as I don't in comfort and happiness--that.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| b9cd717 | Well, this. That we're ashamed to say we've refused a posting. That the social conscience completely dominates the individual conscience, instead of striking a balance with it. We don't cooperate -- we obey. We fear being outcast, being called lazy, dysfunctional, egoizing. We fear our neighbor's opinion more than we respect our own freedom of choice. You don't believe me, Tak, but try, just try stepping over the line, just in imagination, .. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 0db4984 | The tongue they speak there is not like any spoken in the Archipelago or the other Reaches, and they are a savage people, white-skinned, yellow-haired, and fierce, liking the sight of blood and the smell of burning towns. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 498d6a1 | Now, what is forbidden to the summoner, or any wizard, is to call a living spirit. We can call to them, yes. We can send to them a voice or a presentment, a seeming, of ourself. But we do not summon them, in spirit or in flesh, to come to us. Only the dead may we summon. Only the shadows. You can see why this must be. To summon a living man is to have entire power over him, body and mind. No one, no matter how strong or wise or great, can r.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 4dbb16b | Odo had not tried to renew the basic relationships of music, when she renewed the relationships of men. She had always respected the necessary. The Settlers of Anarres had left the laws of man behind them, but had brought the laws of harmony along. | society | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| b12481c | There's no right answer to the wrong question. Now what do we do? | question right-and-wrong ursula-k-le-guin what-to-do | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| a83216f | It was the idea of writing with a specific audience in mind or a specific age of reader that scared me off. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 9c30fc2 | The road goes upward towards the light; but the laden traveler may never reach the end of it. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 684dc8c | His alarm clock ticked by the head of the bed. He gazed at its whitish face, the hands both drawing downward. There were no clocks, there. There were no hours. It was not the river of time flowing that moved the clock's hands forward; their mechanism moved them. Seeing them move men said, Time is passing, passing, but they were fooled by the clocks they made. It is we who pass through time, Hugh thought. | clocks time | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 62ba41e | I hate complaining to strangers -- you can only complain satisfactorily to people you know really well. | short-story | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 0dd75db | Sairin bana siirinde okudugu Troya'nin dususu hikayesinde kralin kizi Cassandra olacaklari onceden goruyor ve Troyalilarin buyuk ati sehre sokmalarini onlemeye calisiyor, ama onu kimse dinlemiyordu: Uzerrindeki lanetti bu, hakikati gorecek, bunu soyleyecek, ama onu kimse duymayacakti. Erkeklerden ziyade kadinlarin uzerindeki bir lannetir bu. Erkekler hakikatin kendilerine ait olmasini, kendi kesifleri, kendi mulkleri olmasini ister. | mythology-fiction science-fiction women | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 0aa8f8a | Heaven and earth begin in the unnamed: name's the mother of the ten thousand things. | language-understanding tao-te-ching | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 1819024 | She didn't even ask me if I was going to go on flying. She knew I would. I don't understand the people who have wings and don't use them. I suppose they're interested in having a career. Maybe they were already in love with somebody on the ground. But it seems... I don't know. I can't really understand it. Wanting to stay down. Choosing not to fly. Wingless people can't help it, it's not their fault they're grounded. But if you have wings.... | wings | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 54eff5d | Conheco pessoas, conheco cidades, fazendas, montanhas, rios e rochas; sei como sol poente de outono se esparrama pela face de um certo tipo de terra arada; mas qual o sentido de impor uma fronteira a isso tudo, dar-lhe um nome e deixar de amar o lugar onde o nome nao se aplica? O que e o amor pelo seu pais? E o odio pelo seu nao-pais? Entao nao e uma coisa boa. E apenas amor-proprio? Isso e bom, mas nao se deve fazer dele uma virtude ou uma.. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| d6038b1 | If nobody teaches us the words, the thoughts, we stay ignorant. If nobody shows a little child, two, three years old, how to look for the way, the signs of the path, the landmarks, then it gets lost in the mountain, doesn't it? And dies in the night, in the cold. | teaching | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| dbf3642 | 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 a real love can become, too often, so foolish and vile a bigotry. Where does it go wrong? | love-of-country nationalism patriotism | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| ea740da | Nobody owns anything to rob. . . . As for violence . . . Oiie, would you murder me, ordinarily? And if you felt like it, would a law against it stop you? Coercion is the least efficient means of obtaining order. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 700690f | The premise is: everybody's like me and we all think alike. The corollary is: people who don't think like me don't matter. | privilege | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 9e3cdff | Vermediginiz seyi alamazsiniz, kendinizi vermeniz gerekir. Devrim'i satin alamazsiniz. Devrim'i yapamazsiniz. Devrim olabilirsiniz ancak. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| e7edd5a | La libertad es una carga pesada, extrana y abrumadora para el espiritu que ha de llevarla. No es comoda. No es un regalo que se recibe, sino una eleccion que se hace, y la eleccion puede ser dificil. | life | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| ff0c5c7 | Everything dreams. The play of form, of being, is the dreaming of substance. Rocks have their dreams, and the earth changes.... | geology reality rocks science spacetime | Ursula K. Le Guin | |
| 5edb17f | I've never liked the word blog--I suppose it is meant to stand for bio-log or something like that, but it sounds like a sodden tree trunk in a bog, or maybe an obstruction in the nasal passage (Oh, she talks that way because she has such terrible blogs in her nose). | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| e1cd631 | Omelas already exists: no need to build it or choose it. We already live here -in the narrow, foul, dark prison we let our ignorance, fear, and hatred build for us and keep us in, here in the splendid, beautiful city of life. . . . --UKL, 2016 | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| fb2745b | A bully doesn't answer you; he may hear but pays no heed; he talks on as if you were of no account, and it gives him the advantage always at the start, though not always | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| 6cc530c | He grinned a little as he thought it; for he had always liked that pause, that fearful pause, the moment before things changed. | Ursula K. Le Guin | ||
| d2b10a4 | Which of us saved the other from the Labyrinth, Ged? | life saved | Ursula K. Le Guin |