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 More Quotes by Craig Stone More Quotes From Craig Stone The beauty of having nothing to lose, is you learn the beauty of having everything to gain. Craig Stone taken love-is people 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 creating dream people I stared up in disbelief at the information my eyes fed my brain, and lost myself to the stars. Craig Stone stars eye ideas Our problems come not from what we believe, but from how we believe in what we do. Craig Stone problem believe Only the dying take pleasure in the details of what the healthy fail to notice. Craig Stone details healthy dying The sharpest tools in the box are not always the best tools for the job. Craig Stone boxes tools jobs 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 lasts feelings giving 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 broken sleep children 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 adults should young The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what. Craig Stone growing-up should want There is nothing more deceptive, more grandeur, than the delusion of a single man. Craig Stone single-man delusion men 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. Craig Stone crazy sheep people 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. Craig Stone broken knowing sky If humans had nothing to fight for, they would fight for nothing. Craig Stone fighting humans ifs 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. Craig Stone eye mind sheep 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 block couple sex Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. Craig Stone beautiful father children 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 enough-time misery world 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 up-early sleep morning At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face. Craig Stone end-of-the-world sunset children
