«I am tired,» he said. «I did a lot today. That is, I did something. The only thing I have ever done. I pressed a button. It took the entire will power, the accumulated strength of my entire existence...
You can go home again, the General Temporal Theory asserts, so long as you understand that home is a place where you have never been.
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....
Try to choose carefully, Arren, when the great choices must be made. {...} But each deed you do, each act, binds you to itself and to its consequences, and makes you act again and yet again. Then very...
Those whom heaven helps we call the sons of heaven. They do not learn this by learning. They do not work it by working. They do not reason it by using reason. To let understanding stop at what cannot...
The daily hummingbird assaults existence with improbability.
Pois eu tinha me esquecido de tanta luz que há no mundo, até você devolvê-la a mim.
Orr’s gods were nameless and unenvious, asking neither worship nor obedience.
In innocence there is no strength against evil [...] but there is strength in it for good.
I see life as a shared gift, received from others and passed on to others, living and dying as one process, in which lies both our suffering and our reward. Without mortality to purchase it, how can w...
I can never get used to the fact, though I know it, that women are born cynics. Men have to learn cynicism. Infant girls could teach it to them.
I always grow poetic when I am lying to myself.
He never spoke with any bitterness at all, no matter how awful the things he said. Are there really people without resentment, without hate, she wondered. People who never go cross-grained to the univ...
Fact is one of our finest fictions.
Bir kabusta yaşıyorum, diye geçirdi içinden, arada bir uykumda ayılabildiğim bir kabusta.
Because there is nothing, nothing on Urras that we Anarresti need! We left with empty hands, a hundred and seventy years ago, and we were right. We took nothing. Because there is nothing here but Stat...
Anlatılacak hikaye ne kadar çoksa hakikat de o kadar çoktu.
Independence was as far as his mind could reach. Yet I think his mind groped further, towards what he could not see, the body's obscure, inalterable dream of mutuality.
You always have to defend the imagination against idiots.
The power of the harasser, the abuser, the rapist depends above all on the silence of women.