They leave Omelas, they walk ahead into thedarkness, and they do not come back. The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable to most of us than the city of happiness. I cannot describe it...
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 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.
Grieving, like being blind, is a strange business; you have to learn how to do it. We seek company in mourning, but after the early bursts of tears, after the praises have been spoken, and the good da...
Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction — you go alo...
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...
Can you walk the road your dream goes?Sometimes. Sometimes I am afraid to.Who is not....
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...
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...
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....
We scarcely know how much of our pleasure and interest in life comes to us through our eyes until we have to do without them; and part of that pleasure is that the eyes can choose where to look. But t...
Judgement is poverty.
I was with you at the beginning of your journey. It is right that I should follow you to its end.
And so, because he won't let himself be hurt, he does wrong to those he loves best. And then he sees that, and after all, it hurts him.
If a book were written all in numbers, it would be true. It would be just. Nothing said in words ever came out quite even.
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.
To be whole is to be part;true voyage is return.
Time is not duration but intensity; time is the beat and the interval [...]