Craig Stone Quotes & Sayings

Parents raise children then grow old, and their children forget the things their old parents did for them, because their brains don't remember before they grew selfish.
There are buildings all over the world full of old people sitting around looking out of windows, full of hate for their selfish sons and daughters.
And meanwhile, the selfish sons and daughters look out of their windows at their children playing and think how wonderful their unbreakable bond of love is between them and their children. — Craig Stone

Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for what it tramples beneath. — Craig Stone

Ask questions then talk over answers, shout loudly you love everyone, try and hug people, confide in them that you are a sheep, offer them the last grass in your pockets.
Then watch with a smile as they pretend you aren't there, and whisper you must be crazy, because you want to make friends. — Craig Stone

My landlord lives in the flat at the bottom of the stairs. I rent a studio flat from him, and live at the top of the staircase. There are two more flights of stairs and four more flats, but it's me he is obsessed with. — Craig Stone

Once upon a time humans faced each other and pulled thoughts from minds, advanced rapidly, revolutionised industry and evolved explosively. Then one day they stopped, and stared at a box. They grew fat and awkward in public, stopped expressing emotions and couldn't figure out how to reverse it: they reinvented themselves from Emperors back into prawns, because someone turned the TV on. — Craig Stone

My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do. — Craig Stone

I was just another lost soul screaming through the paper thin hotel walls into the ears of the fucked. — Craig Stone

There is nothing more deceptive, more grandeur, than the delusion of a single man. — Craig Stone

Small quarrels and tensions were expected because of our new environment. Every relationship has them. Each quarrel was soon forgotten and floated away on a wave. And then sometimes, on our silly days, the arguments returned on the wave, but the wave returned taller, a Tsunami, and neither of us knew where to run or what to do. — Craig Stone

You are put in school to be trained to become exactly what they want you to be: not them, anything but them. They live on a golden island and have the key to the only bridge. Your parents are not millionaires, so it doesn't matter how intelligent you are, you aren't invited to their party. That's the great shame. The idiots have the gold, and the poor die to give it to them. So you better start to laugh, because this world is one big joke written by the few, at the expense of the masses. Look around you, that feeling your life isn't going anywhere? That's the feeling that makes you part of the masses. — Craig Stone

In the end, they will say this of the human race: they had the freedom to go anywhere, but sat in front of the television. They were each responsible for saving the world, but they turned over the channel. — Craig Stone

Love is a grin, a look in the eye whispering what are we doing, appearing in silly arguments had for the sake of them. — Craig Stone

All snowmen look to the sky, knowing their death will be delivered by the horizon. Before dawn, their life becomes the darkest. The moment before the sun burns all.
The Snowmen go mental. Kill or be killed.
I only just escaped the violent puddles, the sticks and stones.
The broken carrot noses. — Craig Stone

Only the dying take pleasure in the details of what the healthy fail to notice. — Craig Stone

He brings the cigarette butt to his mouth and lights up. He breathes in, and coughs; a rattling helicopter with a broken blade crashing into a herd of trombone playing sheep falling off a cliff into a DIY shop with a discount on spanners. — Craig Stone

We used to talk and smile seven days ago when I was wearing a suit. Now I'm dressed in a beard and smell of dog shit I don't even get eye contact. I ask her how her week is going, and she looks to her friend behind the counter as if to say: I think this creep is hitting on me. Shall we call the police? — Craig Stone

A person dies every second, but there's also a six year old somewhere, every second, trying to move an apple with his mind. — Craig Stone

She danced like no one was watching, but she knew that I was. — Craig Stone

People with power tell people without it to cross a chasm they don't want to cross, to reach a goal that isn't their own, to bring back the achievement to the person who took no risks to get what they wanted, who then wears the achievement that is the culmination of someone else's hard work around their neck like gold. — Craig Stone

There really is no time for wallowing in the miseries of life: we don't have all the time in the world, we have all the world, and not enough time. — Craig Stone

Some humans have a notion covering up their face makes them stand out to other people who don't notice them, because they look like everyone else.
They take away the beauty of individuality, by building their faces on fake foundations.
They all want to look the same, but have no reason to flock together. — Craig Stone

I want to avoid people, because there's only one thing worse than being homeless, and that's people who are not, knowing that you are. — Craig Stone

Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it's not their own, all they have to do is take a step back, and hope for the best. — Craig Stone

When someone falls asleep on your chest, but the one really falling is you. — Craig Stone

Better to live dreaming, than dream of living. — Craig Stone

When human men hold an object that makes a powerful noise, or has moving parts, or spins around fast, or has a button they can push (which either screws or nails something) they become Gods in their own heads.
They can do anything: they can eat through walls and bring buildings together to form mighty empires.
They can build floating cities and flying tin cans.
But they still can't make their own beds. — Craig Stone

I don't want to wake up. I can't feel the cold of life. I can't feel fear in my dreams. When awake we are green and red bits glowing under a machine, lights turn off and on, and people of science convince themselves they know what's going on. Backs are patted, hand are shaken. Test, record, collect. They tell us what we already know. We are all dying, dying slow. When awake, there is a feeling of impending doom, and if you can't feel it, close your eyes, or open them further. When we're in a box underground, heaven is finally above us, but it's not in the sky. Heaven is the planet we lived on, and all of the angels are people. Here, in a dream, it's just me floating in the back of my mind, among parts we don't fully understand. — Craig Stone

Friday dusk becomes Friday evening. The park is feverish with life. A young Asian man screams into his mobile phone, not stopping to listen: a young man with his heart in his penis. — Craig Stone

People that talk about living in the real world don't even enjoy living in the real world. — Craig Stone

If humans had nothing to fight for, they would fight for nothing. — Craig Stone

They put money into attack, by calling it defence. — Craig Stone

Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day, teach a man to fish and he'll evolve to become so skilled at fishing he destroys the ocean and kills every last fish. — Craig Stone

Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled.
The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet beneath the incomprehensible beauty, the snow freezes greenery which struggles to breathe.
Green leaves freeze from existence as children scream go faster to fathers who push them along in upside down bin lids, as they make the most of their schools being closed. — Craig Stone

Without the sleeping bag I'm just somebody up early in the morning, sitting under a tree. With the sleeping bag I'm nobody up early, sitting under a tree: a slight, but important difference in how I'll be perceived. — Craig Stone

Smile sometimes: it won't add years to your life, but it will add life to your years. — Craig Stone

I wonder if I'm being paranoid. I tell myself I'm not, and then ask myself how I can be so sure? I don't know the answer, so I go back to wondering if I am. — Craig Stone

Mohammad's face is serious. He takes another puff of his cigarette and coughs out dead air which, after leaving his lungs and hitting the outside world, takes its first breath on a journey to a fresher life. He drops his cigarette into the snow, places his foot over the burning end, twists his shoe to make sure it's out, and tells me he's trusting me. I have no idea what he's trusting me with, but whatever it is, it's so dangerous or evil he can't bring himself to speak of it out loud.
Hitler has just shared with me his plans for the final solution, and I've been subtly informed I have no choice but to come along for the ride. — Craig Stone

His smile is a stranger resting on a haunted face, only coming out for poisons turning him into a ghost. — Craig Stone

All the best bits of a film happen when I'm looking down at my phone. Life, is similar. — Craig Stone

The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what. — Craig Stone

There's only one Earth, and it's tiny, but evil human leaders avoid problems they don't want to resolve by giving them names which make the problems sound like they're taking place in a different world: they make people not care about other people dying of starvation by calling the place the dying live the third world. — Craig Stone

The evolution of the brain is directly proportionate to the evolution of humanity. Only when the brain has collected enough data about war, will it move on to collate information about love. — Craig Stone

Humans are born with two perfectly good lungs, into the only environment in the universe those lungs have evolved over millions of years to breathe in. — Craig Stone

A watched pot never boils, but if I took my eyes from these negative thoughts for a second they would spill over the edges of my lips, and boil the beautiful moment alive as we lived it. — Craig Stone

My search for more attributes ended when I was halted in my tracks by the sky in her eyes looking back.
I took the ball. And she noticed the sky in my eyes too.
Our eyes kissed, and from that moment, we were inseparable. — Craig Stone

We only borrow the breaths we take in life. Every breath we borrow we give back, including our last. In the end, no matter how we lived, we all die feeling owed. — Craig Stone

I stared up in disbelief at the information my eyes fed my brain, and lost myself to the stars.
For the first time in my life I had a greater idea of how infinitesimally small our planet really is and, furthermore, how tiny and insignificant I am in the grand scheme of the vast universe.
I took a seat on a rock next to Lily and took in the moment to comprehend the vastness of everything else, and the incredible smallness of I. — Craig Stone

Anything you want to do is possible; fear is not meant to prevent but to motivate your heart into the life you naturally think is improbable — Craig Stone

When we're young nothing offends us, except adults telling us what should. Then when we become adults, nothing offends us, except we are offended on behalf of our young. — Craig Stone

If humans did not manufacture some of their own to appear like better people, people would not aspire to be someone else. They would stop dreaming. And if people didn't dream, they would be awake to discover the wonderful misery of being. There are no singular great people. There is only a small percentage of people manufactured to look significant, for the purpose of creating the feeling of mass insignificance. — Craig Stone

I listened to the crashing thundering of a tiny tear tumbling like a wave down her beautiful face. — Craig Stone

Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin. — Craig Stone

Sometimes you need to sit in the wrong place to see the right view. — Craig Stone

Our problems come not from what we believe, but from how we believe in what we do. — Craig Stone

Blobfish, the guy who snapped a hamsters neck, myself, the homeless guy who has never thrown a punch (but has killed a fox) and Dickface, the man obsessed with trees and touching himself in public, follow an arrogant midget into the home of a pale creature I am certain will kill us all, to save the life of an ungrateful bastard parrot called Madness.
The temperature drops further.
A cold night for heroes. — Craig Stone

Without a passport humans wouldn't know where they're from, who they are or who their enemy is, and their enemy wouldn't know why they had an enemy, what language they spoke, and where best to avoid.
The passport is said to be what makes them free, but if freedom is given, freedom cannot be free. — Craig Stone

He wasn't like some of the hippies in England, where the qualification to rebel is planted by the guilt raised from being a spoilt child with a good education. He was a real hippy born from being forced to kill for his army until he was twenty one. He had long hair because the army made him shave his head. The army made him shave every day too. Now he had a beard. His face for a long time was not his own. When this guy said he was all about peace he wasn't talking about peace because his mum never got him the horse he wanted for his eighteenth birthday, he was talking about peace because he'd seen war. He talked about love because he knew hate: hate for those above him, hate for those he had served with, hate for enemies not born his but who became so and, lastly, hate for himself for how his mind had been controlled. — Craig Stone

They spend billions of their currency every year on killing each other, and because they invest so much into killing, they don't have enough money to run their shops, to give people enough homes or food.
They have guns that can shoot out an eyeball from hundreds of yards away, and people who want to shoot an eyeball out from hundreds of yards: yet they turn both eyes blind to the problems humanity face. — Craig Stone

Cambodian dust whipped up in the wind and stuck to my clothes like clay. I put a hand between my face and the sun and blinked Phnom Penn dust from my tired eyes. One idea, drink, beamed light in all directions across my dark consciousness.
A slim lady walked toward me with a big smile and a bigger head. Her left hand rested on her waggling hips and her right hand rose above her head, limp-wristed, like she'd just thrown a winning ball toward a basket and was leaving her hand in the shot position. The lady walking toward me was a man. At least that much was clear, but the nature or our relationship was still a fog to me. She wore blue jeans and a white top accentuating her breasts, but her Adam's apple and cow sized hands revealed more in daylight than she could hide at night. — Craig Stone

His fingers are too long and when he talks he uses them to point out moments in his sentences. When he does, as the tips of his spindly fingers touch the words his mouth forms, his words turn dark before my eyes and disintegrate like twisted people caught embracing the metallic surface of a detonating atomic bomb, then his breath blows away the ashes making way for fresh words. — Craig Stone

Love is a pig dressed as a clown sitting in a bath full of beans: pretty much amazing, once you get over the shock. — Craig Stone

Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being in a cage. — Craig Stone

Stale beer sticks to wobbling tables. The cigarette machine flashes in the corner, mocking smokers who never have any change on them. There's no natural light in this pub, so it's dark and gloomy. The pain on the face of the staff tells its own story: overworked, underpaid, exploited and treated as expendable. I feel at home with them. They're so scared they will be fired from their terrible jobs, every time I order a beer they ask me if I want any peanuts or crisps, in case between drinks I've turned into the dreaded mystery shopper. The air is chewy and weighs heavy on the skin. The fruit machines in the corners don't make a sound, aware this is the last stop saloon for the drunk few who can't afford to gamble properly. Everyone here is down to their last pint and pound. — Craig Stone

I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco for a couple of nights, before flying back to the UK. My hotel was a desperate grey block made from paper and people's screams. At night the sound of strangers having icy sex echoed off the building and poured through the broken air conditioning, like tiny daggers I couldn't see, reminding me of just the tip of what I was missing. — Craig Stone

The builder has ginger curly hair on top of his head, and a thick moustache. He has the look of a McDonald's manager from 1970 who spends his evenings sitting in the smoky back row of theatres in Soho. He's tall and muscular with hands the size of shopping baskets and, on the one occasion I did briefly meet him, I stared into his eyes and was shocked by their darkness. His nose is broken in three places and is the size and shape of a chicken nugget. A deep scar runs the length of his cheek hinting at a violent past.
Old tattoos fade on his arms.
The builder may have killed another human being at some point in his life. — Craig Stone

We dream of the world we could have made, and wake up in the world that we did. — Craig Stone

Lies are ants, the truth is the sun, and questions are a magnifying glass waiting to be picked up by the curious. — Craig Stone

At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God's face. — Craig Stone

The days and the light feel like brief moments of torture, put here to remind us of what we don't have any more. Joy is instantaneous, that, is the wonder of joy. Misery and suffering sneak up on someone like a bastard. They drip into your brain slowly, over time. Until one morning you wake up crying and you have no idea why. — Craig Stone

The sharpest tools in the box are not always the best tools for the job. — Craig Stone

Love is born from disagreeing over something we believe in. Hate is born from disagreeing over something we fear. — Craig Stone

The word begone is a Russian doll. A small, single word, which contains so many others; and when all the smaller words inside line up, they look like a bridge: Be Beg Ego Go On One. — Craig Stone

The beauty of having nothing to lose, is you learn the beauty of having everything to gain.
This is where hope lives.
Hope can't be taken.
Hope can't be lost.
Hope can't be broken.
When we are boiled down to what we are as people. We are not love, because we hope to love, we are not money or who we hold, because we hope to have and to hold. We are not religion or God, because we enter into belief in the hope we get something back for ourselves. We are not a soul.
We are hope. — Craig Stone