Our ancestors have much to answer for. Why? What did they do?.. Long ago, they used machines and drugs to keep the unhealthy and unfit ones of us alive. In that past time it was believed that all persons must have children. It was a right deemed so precious that it was forced upon even those who did not value it or should not have had it. If one of our people became pregnant, our people used all their knowledge to assure the young would be born, no matter how sick or disabled. Then, if the young lived, they injected them and dosed them and radiated them and transfused and transplanted them, to keep them alive, and then, when they were grown, they used all their skills in assisting them to have children of their own. . Sheri S. Tepper
We need to walk to know sacred places, those around us and those within. We need to walk to remember the songs.
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Joseph Bruchac
We are seeds as well as parasites to the earth. We can either give or take, depending on our perception of growth.
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Zephyr McIntyre
God has, in fact, written two books, not just one. Of course, we are all familiar with the first book he wrote, namely Scripture. But he has written a second book called creation.
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Francis Bacon
If you are what you eat, you are what you see and hear.
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E.a. Bucchianeri
We are the ones we've been waiting for.
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Colin Beavan
More Quotes By Sheri S. Tepper
I tell you, lad, that men will believe is one says, "The Gods say..." They will believe if one says, "I had a Vision..." They will believe if one says, "It was told me on a tablet of hidden gold..." But, if one says, "History...
He told us that nations of men fell into disorder, so nations of law were set up instead. He told us that nations of law then forgot justice and let the law become a Game, a Game in which the moves and the winning were...
They will set aside what they have believed about the world, divesting themselves of all preconceptions, all judgments.... They will do it, then they will send their minds out to seek the truth.
No sentimentality, no romance, no false hope, no self-petting lies, merely that which is!
We're so old that the winds of age echo along our ribs and pick at our eye sockets. We could be gone tomorrow. A chill, say, or a little slip on the cliff side. I feel as fragile as a dried flower. I rattle a...
