“The thing the ecologically illiterate don’t realize about an ecosystem,” Kynes said, “is that it’s a system. A system! A system maintains a certain fluid stability that can be destroyed by a misstep in just one niche. A system has order, a flowing from point to point. If something dams that flow, order collapses. The untrained might miss that collapse until it was too late. That’s why the highest function of ecology is the understanding of consequences.”

― Frank Herbert

“My lungs taste the air of Time, Blown past falling sands…”

― Frank Herbert

“Durmak diye düşündü. Dinlenmek... gerçekten dinlenmek. Mutluluğun durabilmek, bir anlığına da olsa durabilmek olduğunu fark etti. Durmanın mümkün olmadığı yerde mutluluk da olmazdı.”

― Frank Herbert

“Can you take him, Gurney?” “M’Lord jests!”

― Frank Herbert

“Le véritable bonheur, c'était cela. La possibilité de s'arrêter, ne serait-ce que pour un moment.”

― Frank Herbert

“Paul felt that he had been infected with terrible purpose. He did not know yet what the terrible purpose was.”

― Frank Herbert

“People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.”

― Frank Herbert

“When law and duty are one, united by religion, you never become fully conscious, fully aware of yourself. You are always a little less than an individual.”

― Frank Herbert

“The terrain enforced its own rhythms.”

― Frank Herbert

“Your own emperor bestowed Arrakis on House Atreides. I am House Atreides.” The”

― Frank Herbert

“Each man is a little war.”

― Frank Herbert

“I will await below,” Stilgar said, “while Idaho makes farewell with his friends. Turok was the name of our dead friend. Remember that when it comes time to release his spirit. You are friends of Turok.”

― Frank Herbert

“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

“How often it is that the angry man rages denial of what his inner self is telling him. —”

― Frank Herbert

“She looked at patches of blackness. Black is a blind remembering, she thought.”

― Frank Herbert


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