Utopia Quotes Novels & Stories

He smirks and squints his eye at me, making me roll my eyes and turn to face him. "Sophie, your turn. You can both take turns doing one each." I stand and begin to read out loud. "It is impossible to live a pleasant life without living wisely and well and justly, and it is impossible to live wisely and well and justly without living a pleasant life. . . - Epicurus" I clear my throat and look at Logan giving him a cheeky smile. I nod, waiting on his next guess. Mrs. McGee clears her throat and stands in front of the whiteboard with arms crossed. "Very well, Logan? Go ahead."

The bad utopian thinks that because it is desirable, it is possible. Believing it to be easy is just moving one step further. With such an attitude, he won’t give much thought to the question of how one must translate, and without further ado he will begin the task. This is the reason why almost all translations done until now are bad ones. The good utopian, on the other hand, thinks that because it would be desirable to free men from the divisions imposed by languages, there is little probability that it can be attained;

"Sir, this is Dana Acosta! I have been undercover in the Country of Uwyn for a week. And what I witnessed there is disturbing. At least its implications are going to impact us negatively. Everything is free. Food, shelter and medicine. They also offer much more than those basic needs alone, Sir! They have technology that could grow amputated limbs back and there was even a case. One case, of a cancer patient that got cured of the illness. Completely! Least, that's what the aliens are telling us. In simple words, the aliens have created a Utopian world of their own." Dana stopped for a moment to gather her thoughts. This was of course not live feed and was merely a recording. Her eyes got a f

Femur formed the fencing in front of the houses, rib bone curved over plants offering them fragile shade and shelter, the points of spears leaning up against the side of a house were tipped with carved points of bone, a door handle, a piece of jewellery… She blinked, and the bone disappeared from view. “Not real,” she whispered. “Not even in the dream. So what does that mean?” But she understood the message. This Utopia was built on the death of Havermouth’s population. Not just Havermouth’s population, she continued. All the world. This was the world if the Mer won the war. And, having been given this glimpse into it, was no longer sure if that was a bad thing.

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.”

[Killian’s POV] ***TRIGGER WARNING: Torture/harmful acts (not graphic)*** . . . “What I did, what I am doing and what I’ll do is for the greater good of this world and to achieve big goals, we have to make big sacrifices. None of their lives have gone in vain. All their sacrifices are the building block of a perfect dark utopia where light will have no place and all of us can live in peace and love,” I said.

“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.”

Futurama depicted an American landscape where automobiles would become the dominant form of transportation, flowing efficiently and delivering their precious passengers along divided superhighways allowing for high-speed travel with a double-decker design that allowed pedestrians to dominate through beautifully developed towns and cities. With moving light, inspiring audio and color effects, Futurama prophesied an American utopia enhanced with an assortment of cutting-edge technologies, the stuff of wildest imagination. Remote-controlled semi-automated vehicles, industrial power plants supplying everyone with power, farms growing artificially produced crops and aeration plants to purify and

Below that, a crude sketch of humanoid figures with exaggerated features—sharp eyes, elongated fingers, and an aura of menace. His father had described them as hunters, predators who thrived on power and fear. Another page had been dedicated to Uranus, a supposed utopia of advanced beings. But the notes had grown darker as they progressed, describing the society as fractured, ruled by force rather than unity. His father had believed it was a place where survival came at a cost—a belief that felt all too real now. Leroy opened his eyes, scanning Xcott’s quarters. They were sparse yet functional, with little to suggest sentimentality.

"Yeah! Quite a road trip!" "I've never heard of this place," says Syl. "Have you?" I ask Machiv. "I can vaguely recall one," says Machiv, "I think it was called Utopia?" Syl laughs, saying, "That's someplace I want to be!" "I think you can transfer over?" offers Machiv with a smile, "Though I don't know what they require for that." "Eh, I think I'll just stay here." "One second," says Hala, and calls to the group with the others, asking about that school.