It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
Ursula K. Le GuinRead
A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.
Interpretation
Deep love carries the risk of causing significant emotional pain.
Ursula K. Le Guin highlights that a profound love between two individuals is not merely a source of joy and connection; it also comes with the potential for deep emotional injury. The intensity of love means that the actions and words of loved ones can have greater impacts, for better or worse, emphasizing the complexity of intimate relationships.
In practice
During a speech about the complexities of relationships.
It is good to have an end to journey towards; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we're done with it, we may find - if it's a good novel - that we're a bit different from what we were before we read it, that we have changed a little... But it's very hard to say just what we learned, how we were changed.
Reason is a faculty far larger than mere objective force. When either the political or the scientific discourse announces itself as the voice of reason, it is playing God, and should be spanked and stood in the corner.
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty; not knowing what comes next.
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.
When he found that the administrators were upset, he laughed. “Do they expect students not to be anarchists?” he said. “What else can the young be? When you are on the bottom, you must organize from the bottom up
In the garden _x000D_ I see only your face _x000D_ From trees and blossoms _x000D_ I inhale only your fragrance.
A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so that the one I love is Everywhere?
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
The practice of love is the most powerful antidote to the politics of domination.
Beware how you give your heart.
He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed.
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