Quotes Utopia Romane & Geschichten

Surely it was much more better to just attract a settler or a villager, they surely have more to offer than a bunch of low born slaves. “Because he wanted to build Aeternum…a place which we, the non-human who have been casted aside by the world and those have been deemed nothing in the eye of society, a place to live freely…Mr.President believe that everyone are beautiful in their own way, strong in their own way…and should be able to live in their own way..Aeternum is the Utopia for everyone to live their lives to the fullest without being shunned by anyone..just because you are different..everyone is special, he said…look around you…I believe that there’s no other place in this world that

"That is not a quantifiable asset. How do you transfer the concept of tomorrow?" "You do not transfer it. You create it." Jack pointed at the warm, glowing filaments in his left arm. "The Utterance is the consciousness that dreams reality into existence. When it thinks, things become real. When it imagines, futures are born. It is a living possibility engine." "You want to use the Utterance to generate possibility and pay the debt with it," Katherine said, her tactical mind already running scenarios. "Not just pay the debt. Overpay it." Jack's predatory grin returned, sharper than ever. "The Creditors have been starving for nine billion years. I am going to offer them an all-you-can-eat buff

" You don't have the right to control me as you wish Mr Mayor and for the records I'm not returning to your house " " Ethan , don't speak rudely to your father like that " my mum responded and I shrugged . " My father ? He has never been a father to me , he's the mayor of Bristol and that's it ". I retorted " Enough ! You'll do as I say or I'll cut off your allowance completely !" . He yelled and I smiled gently ....he has finally lost it . " Do as you want ........" I paused my statement , aggressively removed the drips connected to my body , stood up from the bed, turned to leave then paused .

he mutters. I consider what that doctor is saying. This may have been a small blessing being provided to us. If there is something new out there being developed to attack the wolf community, it would be fortunate to have the antidote readily available. It would be something that would need to be shared with others.

Jax asked. “A world,” I said slowly, “where no one can be turned into what I was without understanding exactly what they’re giving up. Where no one’s brain gets rewritten for someone else’s convenience. Where the tools we built either die or are leashed so hard they can’t be abused without setting off every alarm we can design.” “And what happens to Kane in this utopia?” Lucien asked. “For clarity.” “He loses everything he built on my mind,” I said. “And he gets to live with knowing I was the one who tore it down.”

Aslan asked. "The real Eternal Prosperity. A real utopia," Harriet seriously said. Utopia... "But, it can only apply to the people of Antarcticite or the land of Icy Mountains," Harriet added. "Isn't that... also another form of isolation?" Aslan asked again.

“In fact, I am very close to such an opinion, as long as we don’t forget the previous distinction between the two utopianisms—the good and the bad—which, for me, is fundamental. I say this because the essential character of the good utopian in radically opposing Nature is to be aware of its presence and not to be deluded. The good utopian promises himself to be, primarily, an inexorable realist. Only when he is certain of not having acceded to the least illusion, thus having gained the total view of a reality stripped stark naked, may he, fully arrayed, turn against that reality and strive to reform it, yet acknowledging the impossibility of the task, which is the only sensible approach. “Th

“If I hadn’t met you, my life would be like a dull painting, nothing but colors but with no story.” I parted my lips, kissing him passionately. When he deepened our kiss, I slid my hands around his neck and curled my fingers in his hair, hoping our kiss would never end. Red changed my perspective on life. Utopia does not exist, but we can create it. I know our lives will not be perfect and not always this happy... Surely there will be problems, but one thing I am sure, with my colorful family, we will always be painting our world with love and great stories.

Zapata spoke out as he seemed to be getting some sounds spoken into his ears, then he told it to the Alpha king as he sits on his chair. "You have all the power in the land of utopia, but it seems that you are just worried over something that is little but precious to you." He said it again. "I am it; I am going to solve your problem, but it is going to cost you a price, a price greater than what you will ever think." He continues.

“You were born with power, Cassian. You had to lose it to understand what it meant. That doesn’t make you noble. It makes you late.” Aria didn’t flinch. “Maybe,” she said. “But we still arrived. And we built something without you. Why come now?” Nella’s eyes flicked between them. “Because there’s a gap forming. Between your ideals… and the systems they’re creating. Because not everyone in your ‘found family’ agrees on what comes next.” Silence. Nova typed something behind the hallway wall. Cassian stepped in closer. “You’re here to fracture us.” “I’m here to remind you,” Nella said, “that utopia always forgets its margin. Until someone redraws it.”