Quotes from Sheri S. Tepper

People on Earth engaged in ritual repetition; most of them thought as little as possible; most of them occupied themselves with things and events that were not very important. Amusement

Si una cosa he aprendido, sin duda, es que la vida no es un cuento.

Terminal conscientiousness," he replied, his brow furrowed. "Scrupulousness of the kind that creates conditions making poverty and illness inevitable, then congratulates itself over feeding the poor and caring for the sick.

Bofusdiaga says past wrongs cannot be righted because past wrongs are past and time only runs one way. Bofusdiaga says all you independent creatures suffer great wrongs sometime in the past, which is normal, but you stay always living in the past so you can continue wronged forever! Forever miserable, forever tragical! Bofusdiaga says so long as you go chewing yesterday's pains, you cannot eat today's pleasures, so it is no help!

Talk about burning the flag and he gets all choked up. Funny, so many of these guys think the country stands for the flag instead of the other way around.

Men almost always make gods in their own image.

It seems ridiculous, but when people are self-righteous, they really tend to prefer punishment to prevention.

You are holding women to a higher standard than men, he said. Madame used to tell us that this is traditional, for men have usually been the judges, and they put women either in the gutter or on a pedestal. Men have traditionally forgiven one another, for they know and excuse their own failings, but they do not forgive women for falling off the pedestal. (p. 516)

Me ha hablado de la presión social, lo que por lo visto quiere decir dejar que los demás te dirijan la vida.

One should not want to be anything but what one is, because it creates unhappiness.

When a response is detected, the thing that uttered moves separately but implacably toward its responder, as by gravity. So equivalence is drawn to equivalence until they are within touching distance.

like alien creatures, not human at all, not like the self in the mirror. Not like the shadow self waiting somewhere, somewhere behind veils to come to her.

When love wasn't fun, it was just boring and dull and achy.

the child's life had allowed few if any illusions, and she already had an adult awareness that planning and happening were quite different things.

I will never love anyone who is not first my friend. I wonder if you could be my friend.

We are mates, whether we meet once in a lifetime, once a decade, or every day. Nothing changes when we are apart.

old vengeance is like old cake: still seeming sweet, but so dry that one invariably chokes on it.

Dzilobommo considera el efecto de su comida en los comensales como un pintor considera el efecto de su cuadro sobre un observador.

The sadness of men- mankind, I guess you'd say. It's that we never have time to be what we know we should be, or could be. And it's not because of the time itself, the gods know we waste enough of it not doing anything at all, but because of what we are.... It's caring so much that keeps us from being what we could be. Caring so much. About the wrong things maybe. But still, if we didn't what would we be?

Warriors are those who desire battle more than peace. Those who seek battle despite peace. Those who thump their spears on the group and talk of honor. Those who leap high in the battle dance and dream of glory.... The good of dead warriors, Mother, is that they are dead.

Truth doesn't enter in if they've decided something is doctrine, they'll ignore all evidence to the contrary and lie to your face.

We live in a time like dreaming.... The edges of our lives flutter and change as we watch them. Listen to the dream.

Nothing limits intelligence more than ignorance; nothing fosters ignorance more than one's own opinions; nothing strengthens opinions more than refusing to look at reality.

The scripture worshippers put the writings ahead of God. Instead of interpreting God's actions in nature, for example, they interpret nature in the light of the Scripture. Nature says the rock is billions of years old, but the book says different, so even though men wrote the book, and God made the rock and God gave us minds that have found ways to tell how old it is, we still choose to believe the Scripture.