What did Ursula K. Le Guin mean by: I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me. - Ursula K. Le Guin Writer · USA Copy
+ I am no more lonely than the loon on the pond that laughs so loud. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Ursula K. Le Guin, Laughing, Lonely, Ponds, 0 - Ursula K. Le Guin Writer · USA
+ Maybe when you meet the people you are supposed to meet you know it, without knowing it. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Ursula K. Le Guin, Knowing, 0 - Ursula K. Le Guin Writer · USA
+ We read books to find out who we are. Feraz Zeid, August 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Ursula K. Le Guin, Book, Discovery, 0 - Ursula K. Le Guin Writer · USA
+ Living, being in the world, was a much greater and stranger thing than she had ever dreamed. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Ursula K. Le Guin, Stranger, 0 - Ursula K. Le Guin Writer · USA
+ Dreams take short cuts. Feraz Zeid, September 1, 2023December 26, 2023, Ursula K. Le Guin, Dream, 0 - Ursula K. Le Guin Writer · USA
+ First sentences are doors to worlds. Feraz Zeid, July 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Ursula K. Le Guin, Doors, First, 0 - Ursula K. Le Guin Writer · USA
+ The only questions that really matter are the ones you ask yourself. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Ursula K. Le Guin, Being Yourself, 0 - Ursula K. Le Guin Writer · USA
+ I’d rather get bad news from an honest man than lies from a flatterer. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Ursula K. Le Guin, Lying, News, 0 - Ursula K. Le Guin Writer · USA
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
Every human being is a mixture of light and darkness, trust and fear, love and hate. - Jean Vanier Philosopher and theologian
Muscles I know; they are my friends. But I have forgotten their names. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Does it take the harsh light of disaster to show a person’s true nature? - Jean-Dominique Bauby Journalist · France
