Author of quotes: Ursula Le GUIN. Page 3

Our actions are not similar to the stone which can be lifted from the ground, to throw, and he either hit the target or fly past. On what his flight will end. When the stone is raised, the land becomes a little easier, the hand that holds it harder. Thrown by somebody in the stone changes the path of the stars, and depending on, if he gets a goal or pass you by, the universe changes accordingly. From each of our actions affects the balance of everything. The winds and the sea, the force of water, force of the earth and the intensity of the light as all that they are doing these forces and what are there animals and plants, it is meant to be good and right. And all these forces act on the inside of the Universe, they are all a Great Balance. Hurricanes and water spouts, which throws a floating sperm whale, falling to the earth dry leaf and flies are flying all closely linked with the balance of the whole world. And because so far we have been given the power to rule the world and each other, we must learn to do so as in accordance with his nature, doing the dry leaf, the whale and the wind. We must learn to keep Balance. Possessing intelligence, we should not make unreasonable actions. Having choice, we must not act irresponsibly. Who I am - though have quite sufficient power to someone to punish or to reward, by playing with people's fates?

Try gently to make a choice, Arryn, when the time comes. When I was young I had to choose between the quiet contemplation of the eternal being and activity. The thirst for action was drawing me incredibly, I grabbed this opportunity like a trout to the bait. However, your every act, even the smallest act, tie you consequences, forcing him to act again and again. Respite rare, such as now I have, and only during lulls you can afford just to live, just think, who are you, in the end, like this.

Freedom is a heavy burden, the great, mysterious burden for souls. It is not easy to bear it. It's not a gift, but you made the choice; and this choice can have unexpected consequences. The path of freedom leads up to the light, but if the burden is too heavy, can never reach the end of the road.

Surprise - that's why life exists.

Fire and fear, good servants, but bad masters.

To ensure that the word was said, the required silence. Before and after.

All forces one origin and one end. Years and distances, stars and candles, water, wind, human's ability and wisdom in the roots of a tree, all of this occurs simultaneously. Our names, the true name of the sun or a water source, or unborn child, all the syllables of the great word that pronounce is slowly shining star. There is another force. And there is no other name.

(Question: do You think that a good writer needs to suffer?)
- No, life's hard. The idea that "a good writer needs to suffer," men have invented. Flaubert went and whined, Oh how it's hard for him to live as he suffers, until a woman well served in the home. Women, however, no one in life is not serving. Women do all the real work, not invent suffering.

Light of different suns is different, but the darkness is only one.

How can you hate or love a whole country? Taib, however, something in this spirit broadcasts, but I do not have his abilities. I know some specific people, towns and farms, hills and rivers, I know the mountains, know as the sun disappears behind the hill at a particular edge of the arable land; but what's the point in holding through this border and call cut off in this way, the piece of land by the state and to fail to love what the new name of this state is? What does love mean to your country? Hatred of that which is beyond? Both are equally bad. Or maybe it's just the love of yourself? It is, in General, of course, but you should not make love to his virtue or... to the profession.

Contrary to all the views in complete darkness there is light: the great beauty of sunlight. No place unfit, rejected, abandoned. There are no spaces left in the dark. The light is, if we want to see it!

Time stretched behind him and ahead of him...

They are mighty loud stomp on the grass.