## Metadata - Author: [[Ursula K. Le Guin]] - Full Title: The Dispossessed - Category: #books ## Highlights - You can’t crush ideas by suppressing them. You can only crush them by ignoring them. By refusing to think, refusing to change. ([Location 2405](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC11GA&location=2405)) - There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus. It was strange to see Takver take a leaf into her hand, or even a rock. She became an extension of it, it of her. ([Location 2712](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC11GA&location=2712)) - The way to see how beautiful the earth is, is to see it as the moon. The way to see how beautiful life is, is from the vantage point of death.” ([Location 2780](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC11GA&location=2780)) - To break a promise is to deny the reality of the past; therefore it is to deny the hope of a real future. ([Location 3301](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC11GA&location=3301)) - You cannot take what you have not given, and you must give yourself. 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.” ([Location 4404](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC11GA&location=4404)) - The enduring, the reliable, is a promise made by the human mind. ([Location 4576](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC11GA&location=4576)) - There was nothing for Bedap to do but leave them there, the man and the child, in that one intimacy which he could not share, the hardest and deepest, the intimacy of pain. It gave him no sense of relief or escape to go; rather he felt useless, diminished. “I am thirty-nine years old,” he thought as he walked on towards his domicile, the five-man room where he lived in perfect independence. “Forty in a few decads. What have I done? What have I been doing? ([Location 5419](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC11GA&location=5419)) - Nothing. Meddling. Meddling in other people’s lives because I don’t have one, I never took the time. And the time’s going to run out on me, all at once, and I will never have had . . . that.” He looked back, down the long, quiet street, where the corner lamps made soft pools of light in the windy darkness, but he had gone too far to see the father and daughter, or they had gone. And what he meant by “that” he could not have said, good as he was with words; yet he felt that he understood it clearly, that all his hope was in the understanding, and that if he would be saved he must change his life. ([Location 5422](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B000FC11GA&location=5422))