Agnostic Zetetic Quotes

Even with the very best of intentions, even with the ambition of making the world a better place, when we cast judgment upon people whose lifestyles, beliefs, or predilections we dislike, we add to the emotional filth of hostility and make the world feel a little less safe for the folks we’re genuinely trying to help.

Relinquishing control to another person is like death: it’s only scary until it finally happens.

We’re all just people making decisions and accepting consequences as we march toward an impending and inevitable death.

We’re not broken. We’re not in the wrong bodies. We’re not inadequate. We’re not lesser. We’re not unwanted. We’re not fraudulent. We’re not undesirable. That’s all just a set of lies we tell to soothe the experience of the prisons we put ourselves in.

One day, while life is being incredible and interesting, I’m going to die.

I was not merely cleaning an oven; I was improving the world.

No one has the right to demand that your body be something other than what it is.

All I’m saying is that I want you to be happy. I don’t care how it happens, or what it takes to facilitate it. I don’t care if it happens with me or without me. I don’t care if you use me to get there, or if I’m entirely irrelevant to your process. None of me is attached to how your happiness happens; I care only that it does.

Should' assumes that when either willingness or ability is lacking, it may be compensated for by an abundance of the other. This is simply not realistic.

May we each find in ourselves the courage we forgot we have, to see the beauty we forgot is inside us, while battling the demons we forgot we can slay, on a battlefield we forgot we can win.

If you’re lying to everyone you know, including yourself, at every possible turn, is a little upheaval really the worst that could happen to your life right now?

If I die on my way to the dance, it will be better than to survive having never lifted my feet.

There is a certain loveliness, I think, to performing deep cleaning in one’s underwear on a beautiful summer day.

What you call 'contradiction' I call 'complement'.

Fighting makes us feel alive, until it kills us. If it doesn’t kill us, the pain of sitting alone with ourselves, quietly, under constant assault by our own thoughts and memories of war can easily be enough to make us wish we’d died in battle instead.

If it’s convenient to love you, you’re lying to someone about who you are or what you need.

There is, in fact, no safeword for chemical burns under one’s fingernails.

I could go into their reality any time I chose to, but they could never come into mine. This is what I called 'helping' them.