“Jessica, hearing the voices, felt the depth of the experience, realized what terrible inhibitions there must be against shedding tears. She focused on the words: “He gives moisture to the dead.” It was a gift to the shadow world—tears. They would be sacred beyond a doubt.”

Frank Herbert

“We will never forgive and we will never forget.”

Frank Herbert

“Any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die.”

Frank Herbert

“The eye that looks ahead to the safe course is closed forever.”

Frank Herbert

“When strangers meet, great allowances should be made for differences in custom and training.”

Frank Herbert

“The real universe is always one step behind logic.”

Frank Herbert

“We bribe the Guild with a monstrous payment in spice to keep our skies clear of satellites and such that none may spy what we do to the face of Arrakis.”

Frank Herbert

“He maintains the level of individuals. Too few individuals, and a people reverts to a mob.”

Frank Herbert

“the mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve but a reality to experience.”

Frank Herbert

“the drowning man who climbs on your shoulders to save himself is understandable—except when you see it happen in the drawing room.”

Frank Herbert

“Fortune passes everywhere.”

Frank Herbert

“A single obscure decision of prophecy, perhaps the choice of one word over another, could change the entire aspect of the future. He tells us "The vision of time is broad, but when you pass through it, time becomes a narrow door.”

Frank Herbert

“I observed you in pain, lad. Pain’s merely the axis of the test. Your mother’s told you about our ways of observing. I see the signs of her teaching in you. Our test is crisis and observation.”

Frank Herbert

“Paul sat down where Hawat had been, straightened the papers. One more day here, he thought. He looked around the room. We’re leaving. The idea of departure was suddenly more real to him than it had ever been before. He recalled another thing the old woman had said about a world being the sum of many things—the people, the dirt, the growing things, the moons, the tides, the suns—the unknown sum called nature, a vague summation without any sense of the now. And he wondered: What is the now?” 

Frank Herbert

“No tengo miedo. El miedo mata a la mente. El miedo es la pequeña muerte que conduce a la destrucción total. Afrontaré mi miedo. Permitiré que pase sobre mí y a través de mí. Y cuando haya pasado, giraré mi ojo interior para escrutar su camino.”

Frank Herbert


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