Цитаты из книги Дюна

The concept of progress acts as a protective mechanism to shield us from the terrors of the future.

The night is a tunnel, she thought, a hole into tomorrow…

The day hums sweetly when you have enough bees working for you.

There should be a science of discontent. People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.

Do you wrestle with dreams? Do you contend with shadows? Do you move in a kind of sleep? Time has slipped away. Your life is stolen. You tarried with trifles, Victim of your folly.

“Anything outside yourself, this you can see and apply your logic to it,” she said. “But it’s a human trait that when we encounter personal problems, those things most deeply personal are the most difficult to bring out for our logic to scan. We tend to flounder around, blaming everything but the actual, deep-seated thing that’s really chewing on us.”

Humans live best when each has his own place, when each knows where he belongs in the scheme of things. Destroy the place and destroy the person.

Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent. It depends in part upon the myth-making imagination of humankind. The person who experiences greatness must have a feeling for the myth he is in. He must reflect what is projected upon him. And he must have a strong sense of the sardonic. This is what uncouples him from belief in his own pretensions. The sardonic is all that permits him to move within himself. Without this quality, even occasional greatness will destroy a man.

And the first lesson of all was the basic trust that he could learn. It is shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult.

the mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

'The absence of a thing,' the Baron said, 'this can be as deadly as the presence. The absence of air, eh? The absence of water? The absence of anything we're addicted to.'

What terrible things we do to those we love!

— Джессика, девочка, я хотела бы оказаться на твоем месте и разделить твои страдания, но у каждого своя судьба.

Когда же глаза его вобрали в себя синеву ибада, он познал суть чакобсы.

что есть сын, как не продолжение отца?

Настоящий хозяин ценности тот, кто может ее уничтожить.

Если доверяешь только зрению, все остальные чувства слабеют.

Из города – лоск, из Пустыни – мудрость.