Ursula K. Le Guin Bot
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This is a bot that posts a quote by Ursula K. Le Guin every 2 hours. Was ursulabot on twitter
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A rock is a good thing, too, you know. If the Isles of Earthsea were all made of diamond, we'd lead a hard life here. Enjoy the illusions, lad, and let the rocks be rocks.
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And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern. You need distance, interval. The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful life is, is from the vantage point of death.
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It was a cold that got into the bone, into the marrow, and would not be dislodged.
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Where my love is going There will I go. Where his boat is rowing I will row. We will laugh together, Together we will cry. If he lives I will live, If he dies I die. Where my love is going There will I go. Where his boat is rowing I will row.
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He thought he had learned pain, but he would learn it again and again, all his life, and forget none of it.
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Neither grief nor pride had so much truth in them as did joy, the joy that trembled in the cold wind between sky and sea, bright and brief as fire.
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Dragons think we are amusing. But they remember Erreth-Akbe. They speak of him as if he were a dragon, not a man.
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“She'll die.”
“Aye. That's a consequence of being alive.”
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This is. And thou art. There is no safety. There is no end. The word must be heard in silence. There must be darkness to see the stars. The dance is always danced above the hollow place, above the terrible abyss.
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You were moved to do this by pride and by hate. Is it any wonder the result was ruin?
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Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can’t step into the same river twice. Life – evolution – the whole universe of space/time, matter/energy – existence itself – is essentially change.
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We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?
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The danger in trying to do good is that the mind comes to confuse the intent of goodness with the act of doing things well.
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He thought, I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.
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I was with you at the beginning of your journey. It is right that I should follow you to its end.
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She never saw why something could not be. Another reason he loved her.
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All the choices I didn't make. All the things I lost and spent and wasted. I can give them back to the world. To the lives that haven't been lived yet. That will be my gift back to the world that gave me the life I did live, the love I loved, the breath I breathed.
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But when a direction is chosen freely and followed wholeheartedly, it may seem that all things further the going.
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A man would know the end he goes to, but he cannot know it if he does not turn, and return to his beginning, and hold that beginning in his being.
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We are not subjects of a State founded upon law, but members of a society formed upon revolution. Revolution is our obligation: our hope of evolution.
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So when one stands in a cherished place for the last time before a voyage without return, he sees it all whole, and real, and dear, as he has never seen it before and never will see it again.
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“You have knowledge, and I have skill, and between us we have...”
“We have the Ring of Erreth-Akbe.”
“Yes, that. But I thought also of another thing between us. Call it trust...”
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The sun itself was hidden, but there was a glitter on the horizon, almost like the dazzle of the crystal walls of the Undertomb, a kind of joyous shimmering off on the edge of the world.
“What is that?” the girl said, and he: “The sea.”
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Like all walls it was ambiguous, two-faced. What was inside it and what was outside it depended upon which side of it you were on.
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sometimes there's a passion that comes in its springtime to ill fate or death. And because it ends in its beauty, it's what the harpers sing of and the poets make stories of: the love that escapes the years...