I was in too much haste, and now have no time left.

I was in too much haste, and now have no time left.
This was the way he had to go; he had no choice. He had never had any choice. He was only a dreamer.
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new. When it was made, they lay in each other's arms, holding love, asleep.
When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.
The use of imaginative fiction is to deepen your understanding of your world, and your fellow men, and your own feelings, and your destiny.
I was in too much haste, and now have no time left.
I'll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imagination.
To be whole is to be part;
true voyage is return.
Like all walls it was ambiguous, two faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side you were on.
The hunger of a dragon is slow to wake, but hard to sate.
While we read a novel, we are insane-bonkers. We believe in the existence of people who aren't there, we hear their voices... Sanity returns (in most cases) when the book is closed.
Do you know how to read?'
'No. It is one of the black arts.'
He nodded. 'But a useful one,' he said.
Do nothing because it is righteous or praiseworthy or noble to do so; do nothing because it seems good to do so; do only that which you must do and which you cannot do in any other way.
Let us do without soldiers. The joy built upon successful slaughter is not the right kind of joy; it will not do; it is fearful and it is trivial.
That is between me and my shadow.
What is an anarchist? One who, choosing, accepts the responsibility of choice.
It is a terrible thing, this kindess that human beings do not lose. Terrible, because when we are finally naked in the dark and cold, it is all we have. We who are so rich, so full of strength, we end up with that small change. We have nothing else to give.
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 the ears can't choose where to listen.
Hm... Some time ago, there was the whole #UrsulaKLeGuin collection on #HumbleBundle. And I didn't buy cause I don't like the #Earthsea that much ... :(
But... Part of the charm of her books is having pretty physical, Polish editions??? 🤔 With matching covers ... ❤️