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Future hipsters will love me ironically.
Sep 10, 2025
I've been meaning to write about the Rolling Stones, but I am the furthest thing from a hipster rock journalist.
You got this new breed of hipster chicks and hipster men that don't understand anything about sacrifice. They didn't lay it on the line. People like Cat Power, Tom Waits, they are the last of the beats, the real true philosophers.
Hip-hop music, in my opinion, is still very closed-minded, and if you're trying to do something that's too different, you get categorized as trying to do some kind of "alternative hipster" thing.
A thing we always talk about in today's culture is that nobody is an outsider - everybody's kind of a hipster on the inside.
I understand why a lot of women want to dress hipster. But I grew up sneaking my mom's Victoria's Secrets...so I could look at the hot chicks!
The difference being that a nerd would wear a D&D shirt because he loves D&D while a hipster would wear a D&D shirt because it's ridiculous that he is wearing a D&D shirt.
I honestly think hipsters eat with their assholes because they consume everything wrong.
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.
I leaned in toward her, suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that we must kiss.
My theory is that the only people who hate hipsters are hipsters.
Nothing has ever looked like that ever in all of human history.
A hipster is someone who's very aware of his style.
You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
Love is just a shout in the void.
I don't feel like I'm very pop-star lame, but I'm definitely not hipster-cool.
I'd say 95 percent of my audience was white. They were mostly kind of older hipster folks like myself.
Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work.
Literature + Illness = Illness
Nobody hates hipsters more than hipsters.
Sometimes the sins you haven't committed are all you have left to hold onto.
Everybody thinks they are right
Suffering is universal.
To be human is to catch the falling person.
We think that we are invincible because we are.
I didn’t need you, you idiot. I picked you. And then you picked me back.
The thing about hipsters is that they take very seriously trying to make themselves look like they don't take themselves seriously.
She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.
This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.
I'm not incredibly hipster. I wasn't cool enough to handle it.
Tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.
You say into my cracks and I saw into yours.
The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
Part of growing up is not waiting in line at a hipster breakfast restaurant. The eggs taste the same across the street. I promise.
Grateful to be a little boat, full of water, still floating.
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.
I like [Count] Olaf's wardrobe, because the whole thing seems like it should be a period piece in many ways, and yet the date is non-specific. So I would wear cloaks and jackets, but also turtlenecks. I was a little beatnik, and kind of hipster in that way.
My dad was a big fan of comedy. He wanted to be a stand-up. He loved Lenny [Bruce]. He also loved Lord Buckley and jazz and stuff. He was a hipster. My parents were kind of beatnik-y, you know, for Salt Lake City. But my humor, I think, came from wanting to disarm people before they hit me.
They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining.
The Beat Generation, that was a vision that we had, John Clellon Holmes and I, and Allen Ginsberg in an even wilder way, in the late forties, of a generation of crazy, illuminated hipsters suddenly rising and roaming America, serious, bumming and hitchhiking everywhere, ragged, beatific, beautiful in an ugly graceful new way.
I can't be one of those hipster guys with a beard when I have a hair campaign. I strive to look a little bit more... all-American.
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."
I want to say that what is cool about writing self-aware first person narrative is that the awareness is not necessarily the same awareness of the reader. I have a story coming out in the Paris Review and it's about a hipster. He think's he's self-aware, he's very introspective and analytical, but when you're reading it you can totally see through his self-analysis because you have a higher awareness than he does. I like playing with that too.
I liked Augustus Waters. I really, really really liked him. I liked the way his story ended with someone else. I liked his voice. I liked that he took existentially-fraught free throws.
Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana
I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
Sometimes I wish I was a woman, just so I could have an abortion.