Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Helen Pluckrose and James Lindsay

Quote by Helen Pluckrose and James Lindsay

Author

Helen Pluckrose and James Lindsay

Browse famous quotes and profile details for Helen Pluckrose and James Lindsay. more

You May Also Like

“I started noticing something else, too. People will give their lives—literally give their one wild and precious life—to whatever they believe is sacred. Sometimes it’s faith. Sometimes it’s family. Sometimes it’s sex, status, politics, or money. I’ve watched people burn themselves out in service of sacred cows that never once fed them back. And I’ve also seen people light up with vitality when they—even for a moment—remember joy. When they reconnect to some tiny thread of playfulness. When they taste freedom again. Animals used for research being released into open pasture again. And I’ve come to believe this: anything that reconnects you with your truest, most liberated self—that helps you love more deeply, breathe more easily, move through the world with more softness and curiosity—that thing is sacred.”

“Facts are the ingredients, scientist is the vessel, and love is the fire. When all three come together, that's when good science is born, capable of nourishing a society. But if you just dump the ingredients in without measure, and serve them cold without first cooking them with love, it's not science, but a recipe for disaster.”

“Everyone at school has their little group. Even the people nobody likes seem to tolerate each together enough to sit together at lunch. But I just sort of wander around by myself most of the time. It'd almost be better if I thought no one liked me, if I had some weird tick or social inadequacy that could easily explain my alienation, but it's not that easy. People talk to me at school and invite me to parties, but something's missing on the smaller scale. I don't belong to anybody. I don't have anyone who is mine.”

“Everyone at school has their little group. Even the people nobody likes seem to tolerate each other enough to sit together at lunch. But I just sort of wander around by myself most of the time. It'd almost be better if I thought no one liked me, if I had some weird tick or social inadequacy that could easily explain my alienation, but it's not that easy. People talk to me at school and invite me to parties, but something's missing on the smaller scale. I don't belong to anybody. I don't have anyone who is mine.”

“Everyone at school has their little group. Even the people nobody likes seem to tolerate each other enough to sit together at lunch. But I just sort of wander around by myself most of the time. It's almost be better if I thought no one liked me, if I had some weird tick or social inadequacy that cold easily explain my alienation but it's not that easy. People talk to me at school and invite me to parties, but something's missing on the smaller scale. I don't belong to anybody. I don't have anyone who is mine.”