Craig Stone Quotes

• Sometimes you need to sit in the wrong place to see the right view.

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  Views, Needs, Sometimes

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

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  Growing Up, Want, Should

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• 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.

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  Once Upon A Time, Awkward, Mind

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• 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.

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  Stars, Eye, Ideas

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

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  Lying, Glasses, Waiting

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• They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but us sheep know, true beauty is not in the eye: it lives in the mind.

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  Eye, Sheep, Mind

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• 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.

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  Enough Time, World, Misery

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• 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.

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  Giving, Feelings, Lasts

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• 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.

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  Taken, Love Is, People

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• 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.

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  Sueño, Crear, Gente

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• 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.

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  Adults, Should, Young

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• There is nothing more deceptive, more grandeur, than the delusion of a single man.

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  Men, Single Man, Delusion

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• 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.

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  Children, Sleep, Broken

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• 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.

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  Crazy, Sheep, People

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• 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.

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  Knowing, Sky, Broken

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• 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.

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  Cages, Born, Humans

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• The sharpest tools in the box are not always the best tools for the job.

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  Jobs, Tools, Boxes

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• Only the dying take pleasure in the details of what the healthy fail to notice.

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  Healthy, Dying, Details

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• Our problems come not from what we believe, but from how we believe in what we do.

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  Believe, Problem

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• 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.

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  Sex, Couple, Block

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

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  Dream, Wake Up, World

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• 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.

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  Morning, Sleep, Up Early

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• At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face.

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  Children, Sunset, End Of The World

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

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  Moving, Apples, Years

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• 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.

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  Block, Flower, Sun

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