One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies...

One voice speaking truth is a greater force than fleets and armies...
The wise needn't ask, the fool asks in vain.
A person who believes, as she did, that things fit: that there is a whole of which one is a part, and that in being a part one is whole: such a person has no desire whatever, at any time, to play God. Only those who have denied their being yearn to play at it.
A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.
Death and life are the same thing-like the two sides of my hand, the palm and the back. And still the palm and the back are not the same...They can be neither separated, nor mixed.
I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.
I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.
For if it's all the rest of us who are killed by the suicide, it's himself whom the murderer kills; only he has to do is over, and over, and over.
To learn a belief without the belief is to sing a song without the tune.
You don't see yet, Genry, why we perfected and practice Fortelling?"
"No..."
"To exhibit the perfect uselessness of knowing the answer to the wrong question.
You have to help another person. But it's not right to play God with masses of people. To be God you have to know what you're doing. And to do any good at all, just believing you're right and your motives are good isn't enough.
To think that realistic fiction is by definition superior to imaginative fiction is to think imitation is superior to invention.
Well said AI! Well said!
#hmm #ursulakleguin #google #dumbAI
Yet a greater, unlearned skill he possessed, which was the art of kindness.
A man wants his virility regarded. A woman wants her femininity appreciated, however indirect and subtle the indications of regard and appreciation. [Here] one is respected and judged only as a human being. It is an appalling experience.
No, I don't mean love, when I say patriotism. I mean fear. The fear of the other. And its expressions are political, not poetical: hate, rivalry, aggression.
The story is not in the plot but in the telling.
I was in too much haste, and now have no time left.
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
Gradually the healing took place, seeming as it always does that it wasn't taking place.