Planet of Exile

She the stranger, the foreigner, of alien blood and mind, did not share his power or his conscience or his knowledge or his exile. She shared nothing at all with him, but had met him and joined with him wholly and immediately across the gulf of their great difference: as if it were that difference, the alienness between them, that let them meet, and that in joining them together, freed them.

What is hard is to keep alive on a world you don't belong to.

Neither grief nor pride had so much truth in them as did joy, the joy that trembled in the cold wind between sky and sea, bright and brief as fire.

Wold felt sorry for him, as he often did for young men, who have not seen how passion and plan over and over are wasted, how their lives and acts are wasted between desire and fear.

All men were alien to one another, at times.

It happens sometimes between two people: there are no barriers, no defenses.

They were not listening—only waiting for him to be done talking.

It is very hard [...] to know the truth in stories that come from far away.

In the big, crowded, noisy room where golden suns swam on the walls and the years and Years were told on golden dials, he searched for the alien, the stranger, his wife.

Ağır yaralı olmasına karşın Wattock'un verdiği ufacık, top şeklinde muhteşem ilaç sayesinde acısı dinen bir yabansoylu, Rolery'ye, "Neden ağlıyorsun?" diye sordu. Uykulu sesiyle bir çocuk kadar meraklı sormuştu. "Bilmiyorum," dedi Rolery ona. "Uyu hadi." Ama az çok biliyordu ki, sebebi insanın içini acıtan o umuttu.