But she knew, though very vaguely, that she was crying, because hope hurts terribly when it breaks through the resignation in which you have lived for days.
They are of the dream time. I don't understand it, I can't say it in words. Everything dreams. The play of form, of being, is the dreaming of substance. Rocks have their dreams, and the earth changes....
You shall not go down twice to the same river, nor can you go home again. That he knew; indeed it was the basis of his view of the world. Yet from that acceptance of transience he evolved his vast the...
When I take you to the Valley, you’ll see the blue hills on the left and the blue hills on the right, the rainbow and the vineyards under the rainbow late in the rainy season, and maybe you’ll say, Th...
To be an atheist is to maintain God. His existence or his non-existence, it amounts to much the same, on the plane of proof.
Time is not duration but intensity; time is the beat and the interval [...]
There is no kingdom like the forests.
Stories are what death thinks he puts an end to. He can't understand that they end in him, but they don't end with him.
Orr’s gods were nameless and unenvious, asking neither worship nor obedience. Yet
One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies...
Oh, never and forever aren't for mortals, love. But we won't be parted till I know it's right that we part.
I’m not dead. I sleep sometimes. Sleep comes very close to death, everyone knows that. The dead walk in dreams, everyone knows that. They come to you alive, and they say things. They walk out of death...
It appears that we've given up on the long-range view. That we've decided not to think about consequences—about cause and effect. Maybe that's why I feel that I live in exile. I used to live in a coun...
I was with you at the beginning of your journey. It is right that I should follow you to its end.
Ged saw all these things from outside and apart, alone, and his heart was very heavy in him, though he would not admit to himself that he was sad. As night fell he still lingered in the streets, reluc...
Belief in the lie is the life of the lie.
When we know that it's a planet just like this one, only with a better climate and worse people--when we know they're all propertarians, and fight wars, and make laws, and eat while other starve, and...
The unknown...the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought...The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowi...
Words are events, they do things, change things. They transform both speaker and hearer; they feed energy back and forth and amplify it
We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.