We cannot demand that anyone try to attain justice and freedom who has not had a chance to imagine them as attainable.
URSULA K. LE GUINBefore the moon I am, what a woman is, a woman of power, a woman’s power, deeper than the roots of trees, deeper than the roots of islands, older than the Making, older than the moon.
More Ursula K. Le Guin Quotes
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The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
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The creative adult is the child who has survived.
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We will not know our own injustice if we cannot imagine justice. We will not be free if we do not imagine freedom.
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What goes too long unchanged destroys itself.
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The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid.
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The worst walls are never the ones you find in your way. The worst walls are the ones you put there .
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There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.
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That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?
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We are been taught to be ashamed of not being ‘outgoing’. But a writer’s job is ingoing.
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Music is another way of thinking, or maybe thinking is another kind of music.
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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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Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
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We are volcanoes. When we women offer our experience as our truth, as human truth, all the maps change. There are new mountains.
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Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk’s flight on the empty sky.
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My tentacles are coming out of the pigeonhole in all directions.
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