Hipster Quotes

I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.

Speak softly, but carry a big can of paint.

I see no greatness in my self...I'm a simple-minded, child-like, insipid sort of moronic and kind of akward feeling adolescent.

I don't know the difference between a hippie and a hipster but, it's fun to watch either one of them get beat up.

But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm.

Sometimes you lose a battle. But mischief always wins the war

We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different.

Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies - "God damn it, you've got to be kind."

The town was paper, but the memories were not.

The visionary is the only realist.

If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.

Rather be dead than cool.

I don't do drugs.
I am drugs.

Civilization begins with distillation

I myself identify as a recovering Blockhead. You'd be surprised how many twenty- and thirty-something hipster chicks have the NKOTB skeleton in their closet, albeit artfully concealed by stacks of Ksubi skinny jeans and ironic Judas Priest T-shirts.

As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story.

What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.

He was one of the numerous and varied legion of dullards, of half-animated abortions, conceited, half-educated coxcombs, who attach themselves to the idea most in fashion only to vulgarize it and who caricature every cause they serve, however sincerely.

I want a guy who is masculine, good with his hands, and able to build stuff and who has survival skills. Facial hair is a big turn-on... I like a stronger, more physically imposing man - like a lumberjack.

We have a strategic plan. It's called 'doing things'.

Part of growing up is not waiting in line at a hipster breakfast restaurant. The eggs taste the same across the street. I promise.

If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all.

I ain’t no hipster, but girl I can make your hips stir.

I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I'm afraid of.

Get outta my dreams Get into my car.

Our lives are composed of a finite set of moments that we choose how to spend.

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

I've always found that word ["hipster"] is used with such disdain, like it's always used by chubby bloggers who aren't getting laid anymore and are bored, and they're just so mad at these young kids for going out and getting wasted and having fun and being fashionable.

Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.

All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.

Something invisible snapped inside her.

The most interesting hipsters are ones who stop being hipsters.

Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are.

The world may be broken, but hope is not crazy.

They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.

Grateful to be a little boat, full of water, still floating.

At some point, you gotta stop looking up at the sky, or one of these days you'll look back down and see that you floated away, too.

If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans.

You are so busy being YOU that you have no idea how utterly unprecedented you are.

Being a philosopher, I have a problem for every solution.

It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies: knock me your lobes.

If I just stuck to pot I might have found out what a drag being an aging hipster actually was.

The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed--the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages. I take in the torn fishnets, plaid mini-kilt, shiny, riveted breastplate with leather straps at the sides and a worn Great Temolo decal near the left shoulder. Her wings are a crazy black-and-white-checkered pattern, like they've been spray-painted at a body shop to look like hipster sneakers.

Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.

It feels like a perfect night, to dress up like hipsters, and make fun of our exes.

Man can find no better retreat from the world than art, and man can find no stronger link with the world than art.