The creative adult is the child who has survived.— Ursula K. Le Guin
The most fulfilling Ursula K. Le Guin quotes that will add value to your life
People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.
I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed.
If you truly eradicated it in a child, he would grow up to be an eggplant.
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty;
not knowing what comes next.
Those who build walls are their own prisoners.
I'm going to go fulfill my proper function in the social organism. I'm going to unbuild walls.
We read books to find out who we are.
What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel... is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become.
We live in capitalism, its power seems inescapable - but then, so did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art. Very often in our art, the art of words.
There have been great societies that did not use the wheel, but there have been no societies that did not tell stories.
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone;
it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
The preservation of life seems to be rather a slogan than a genuine goal of the anti-abortion forces; what they want is control. Control over behavior: power over women. Women in the anti-choice movement want to share in male power over women, and do so by denying their own womanhood, their own rights and responsibilities.
Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art - the art of words.
The misogyny that shapes every aspect of our civilization is the institutionalized form of male fear and hatred of what they have denied and therefore cannot know, cannot share: that wild country, the being of women.
She obeys me, but only because she wants to.
It's the only justification for obedience, Ged observed.
A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.
When the enemy enthusiastically embraces you, and the fellow countrymen bitterly reject you, it is hard not to wonder if you are, in fact, a traitor.
The light is the left hand of darkness.
The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself.
The world is in balance . To light a candle is to cast a shadow.
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.
We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings.
Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky.
All of us have to learn how to invent our lives , make them up, imagine them.
We need to be taught these skills; we need guides to show us how. If we don't, our lives get made up for us by other people .
To see a candle's light one must take it into a dark place.
My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.
Nobody who says, ‘I told you so’ has ever been, or will ever be, a hero.
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
If you see a whole thing - it seems that it's always beautiful.
Planets, lives... But up close a world's all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life's a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern.
It is very hard for evil to take hold of the unconsenting soul.
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet would I remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
We read books to find out who we are.
Paradise is for those who make paradise.
To think that realistic fiction is by definition superior to imaginative fiction is to think imitation is superior to invention.
Virginity is now a mere preamble or waiting room to be got out of as soon as possible; it is without significance.
Light is the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying together like lovers in kemmer, like hands joined together, like the end and the way.
Besides, when you say you're a feminist it annoys the bigots and the old farts and the prissy ladies so much, it's kind of irresistible.
When you light a candle, you also cast a shadow.
But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.
There's a point, around the age of twenty, when you have to choose whether to be like everybody else the rest of your life, or to make a virtue of your peculiarities.
Virginity is now a mere preamble or waiting room to be got out of as soon as possible; it is without significance. Old age is similarly a waiting room, where you go after life's over and wait for cancer or a stroke. The years before and after the menstrual years are vestigial: the only meaningful condition left to women is that of fruitfulness.
The greatest religious problem today is how to be both a mystic and a militant;
in other words how to combine the search for an expansion of inner awareness with effective social action, and how to feel one's true identity in both.
Time has two aspects. There is the arrow, the running river, without which there is no change, no progress, or direction, or creation. And there is the circle or the cycle, without which there is chaos, meaningless succession of instants, a world without clocks or seasons or promises.
I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.
Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings
It is yin and yang. Light is the left hand of darkness ... how did it go? Light, dark. Fear, courage. Cold, warmth. Female, male. It is yourself ... both and one. A shadow on snow.
Morning comes whether you set the alarm or not.
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.
To be oneself is a rare thing, and a great one.
I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.
I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived. I believe that all the best faculties of a mature human being exist in the child. . . that one of the most deeply human, and humane, of these faculties is the power of imagination.
I am no more lonely than the loon on the pond that laughs so loud.