"Ursula K. Le Guin"の名言

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.

It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.

Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.

I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.

For a word to be spoken, there must be silence. Before, and after.

Life rises out of death, death rises out of life; in being opposite they yearn to each other, they give birth to each other and are forever reborn. And with them, all is reborn, the flower of the apple tree, the light of the stars. In life is death. In death is rebirth. What then is life without death? Life unchanging, everlasting, eternal?-What is it but death-death without rebirth?

It's a rare gift, to know where you need to be, before you've been to all the places you don't need to be.

To oppose something is to maintain it... You must go somewhere else; you must have another goal; then you walk a different road.

The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.

Tienes cicatrices, cicatrices feas, porque te hicieron algo feo, algo malvado. La gente ve las cicatrices. Pero también te ve a ti y tú no eres esas cicatrices. No eres fea. No eres malvada. Eres Therru y eres hermosa. Eres Therru, que puede trabajar y caminar y correr y bailar, hermosamente, con un vestido rojo.

Así damos siempre ese primer paso, repentino y rápido, que nos separa de la infancia, sin mirar hacia atrás ni hacia adelante, sin cautela, y con las manos vacías.

Un hombre puede saber a dónde va, mas nunca podrá saberlo si no regresa y vuelve a su origen, y atesora ese origen. Si no quiere ser una rama desgajada que va y viene y se hunde a merced de la corriente, entonces tendrá que ser el torrente mismo, todo él desde el nacimiento hasta la desembocadura en las aguas del mar.

Children know perfectly well that unicorns aren’t real, but they also know that books about unicorns, if they are good books, are true books.

Truth is a matter of the imagination.

I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived. I believe that all the best faculties of a mature human being exist in the child. . . . that one of the most deeply human, and humane, of these faculties is the power of imagination.

What good is power when you're too wise to use it?

He said after a little while, 'I see why you say that only men do evil, I think. Even sharks are innocent, they kill because they must.' 'That is why nothing can resist us. Only one thing in the worl can resist an evil-hearted man. And that is another man. In our shame is our glory. Only our spirit, which is capable of evil, is capable of overcoming it.

They mingle their life with the world, they mix their mind up with the world. Ordinary people look after them. Wise souls are children.