# Orsinian Tales

- Author: [Ursula K. Le Guin](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin.md)
- Quotes: 9
- Book page: https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales

## Quotes

> And fourteen—fourteen is such a fearful age, when you find out so fast what you’re capable of being, but also what a toll the world expects.

p. 204 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales/and-fourteen-fourteen-is-such.md)

> Josef liked to read books, not pack them.

p. 203 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales/josef-liked-to-read.md)

> He had waked her; he had given her what she lacked, and what few men could have given her: the sense of peril, which is the root of love.

p. 29 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales/he-had-waked.md)

> I was afraid I’d fail. So I didn’t work.

p. 93 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales/i-was-afraid.md)

> He sat still a long time. Music will not save us, Otto Egorin had said. Not you, or me, or her, the big golden-voiced woman who had no children and wanted none; not Lehmann who sang the song; not Schubert who had written it and was a hundred years dead. What good is music? None, Gaye thought, and that is the point. To the world and its states and armies and factories and Leaders, music says, “you are irrelevant”; and, arrogant and gentle as a god, to the suffering man it says only, “Listen.” For being saved is not the point. Music saves nothing. Merciful, uncaring, it denies and breaks down all the shelters, the houses men build for themselves, that they may see the sky.

p. 168 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales/he-sat-still.md)

> A man, he walked with men across a barren plain blue with flowers in brief April; they shared with him their anger, their barren helpless obduracy and the brief blue fire of their anger.

p. 133 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales/a-man-he-walked.md)

> He had been a handsome man, when they married, fourteen years ago. A handsome, happy man, proud and kind, very good at his work. There had been a splendor to him, a wholeness.
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> That was gone. There was no more room in the world for whole people, they took up too much space. What she had done to him was only a part of the general program for cutting him and people like him down to size, for chopping and paring and breaking up, so that in the texture of life nothing large, nothing hard, nothing grand should remain.

p. 176 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales/he-had-been.md)

> For heroes do not make history—that is the historians’ job—but, passive, let themselves be borne along, swept up to the crest of the tide of change, of chance, of war.

p. 183 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales/for-heroes-do-not.md)

> What the devil do you come to me for? And burst into tears? And then tell me thanks very much for your suggestion but I shall continue to attempt the impossible? The arrogance, the unreasonableness—no, I can endure all that—but the stupidity, the absolute stupidity of artists, I cannot stand it any longer!

p. 159 — [Quote page](https://www.leafyquotes.com/ursula-k-le-guin/orsinian-tales/what-the-devil.md)