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
I see life as a shared gift, received from others and passed on to others, living and dying as one process, in which lies both our suffering and our reward. Without mortality to purchase it, how can we have the consciousness of eternity? I think the price is worth paying.
February 5, 2026 at 5:30 PM
I see life as a shared gift, received from others and passed on to others, living and dying as one process, in which lies both our suffering and our reward. Without mortality to purchase it, how can we have the consciousness of eternity? I think the price is worth paying.
To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
February 5, 2026 at 3:30 PM
To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
All or nothing, the true lover says, and that's the truth of it. My love will never die, he says. He claims eternity. And rightly. How can it die when it's life itself? What do we know of eternity but the glimpse we get of it when we enter in that bond?
February 5, 2026 at 1:30 PM
All or nothing, the true lover says, and that's the truth of it. My love will never die, he says. He claims eternity. And rightly. How can it die when it's life itself? What do we know of eternity but the glimpse we get of it when we enter in that bond?
She spoke if in trance, rapture. Manan watched her. His slabby face never expressed much but stolid, careful sadness; it was sadder than usual now. “Well, and you're mistress of all that,” he said. “The silence, and the dark.”
February 5, 2026 at 11:30 AM
She spoke if in trance, rapture. Manan watched her. His slabby face never expressed much but stolid, careful sadness; it was sadder than usual now. “Well, and you're mistress of all that,” he said. “The silence, and the dark.”
You don't speak of dreams as unreal. They exist. They leave a mark behind them.
February 5, 2026 at 9:30 AM
You don't speak of dreams as unreal. They exist. They leave a mark behind them.
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.
February 5, 2026 at 7:30 AM
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.
She could not have been born gray. Her color, her color of brown, was an essential part of her, not an accident. Her anger, timidity, brashness, gentleness, all were elements of her mixed being, her mixed nature, dark and clear right through, like Baltic amber.
February 5, 2026 at 5:30 AM
She could not have been born gray. Her color, her color of brown, was an essential part of her, not an accident. Her anger, timidity, brashness, gentleness, all were elements of her mixed being, her mixed nature, dark and clear right through, like Baltic amber.
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.
February 5, 2026 at 3:30 AM
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.
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
February 5, 2026 at 1:30 AM
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
He grinned a little as he thought it; for he had always liked that pause, that fearful pause, the moment before things changed.
February 4, 2026 at 11:30 PM
He grinned a little as he thought it; for he had always liked that pause, that fearful pause, the moment before things changed.
And in later years he strove long to learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees.
February 4, 2026 at 9:30 PM
And in later years he strove long to learn what can be learned, in silence, from the eyes of animals, the flight of birds, the great slow gestures of trees.
Manhood is patience. Mastery is nine times patience.
February 4, 2026 at 7:30 PM
Manhood is patience. Mastery is nine times patience.
He seemed not to know the uses of silence.
February 4, 2026 at 5:30 PM
He seemed not to know the uses of silence.
That is between me and my shadow.
February 4, 2026 at 3:30 PM
That is between me and my shadow.
He grinned a little as he thought it; for he had always liked that pause, that fearful pause, the moment before things changed.
February 4, 2026 at 1:30 PM
He grinned a little as he thought it; for he had always liked that pause, that fearful pause, the moment before things changed.
What we do is assert the wholeness of time.
February 4, 2026 at 11:30 AM
What we do is assert the wholeness of time.
She could not have been born gray. Her color, her color of brown, was an essential part of her, not an accident. Her anger, timidity, brashness, gentleness, all were elements of her mixed being, her mixed nature, dark and clear right through, like Baltic amber.
February 4, 2026 at 9:30 AM
She could not have been born gray. Her color, her color of brown, was an essential part of her, not an accident. Her anger, timidity, brashness, gentleness, all were elements of her mixed being, her mixed nature, dark and clear right through, like Baltic amber.
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.
February 4, 2026 at 7:30 AM
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.
I am no more lonely than the loon on the pond that laughs so loud.
February 4, 2026 at 5:30 AM
I am no more lonely than the loon on the pond that laughs so loud.
The shadow dared not follow him into a dragon’s jaws.
February 4, 2026 at 3:30 AM
The shadow dared not follow him into a dragon’s jaws.
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.
February 4, 2026 at 1:30 AM
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.
The fire danced in her eyes. The flames swam, flared up, sank away, brightened again against the sooty stone, against the dark sky, against the pale sky, the gulfs of evening, the depths of air and light beyond the world.
February 3, 2026 at 11:30 PM
The fire danced in her eyes. The flames swam, flared up, sank away, brightened again against the sooty stone, against the dark sky, against the pale sky, the gulfs of evening, the depths of air and light beyond the world.
Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing.
February 3, 2026 at 9:30 PM
Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing.
In a human sacrifice to deity there might be at least a mistaken and terrible beauty; in the rites of the moneychangers, where greed, laziness, and envy were assumed to move all men's acts, even the terrible became banal.
February 3, 2026 at 7:30 PM
In a human sacrifice to deity there might be at least a mistaken and terrible beauty; in the rites of the moneychangers, where greed, laziness, and envy were assumed to move all men's acts, even the terrible became banal.
You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.
February 3, 2026 at 5:30 PM
You cannot buy the revolution. You cannot make the revolution. You can only be the revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.