Instagram Quotes

Behind him, he heard Ronan say, "I like the way you losers thought Instagram before first aid. Fuck off.

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings. 

Watch carefully the magic that occurs when you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.

I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

A sky full of stars and he was staring at her. —ATTICUS

It was her chaos that made her beautiful. 

There is nothing prettier in the whole wide world than a girl in love with every breath she takes.

She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.

I worry there is something broken in our generation, there are too many sad eyes on happy faces.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

She had just enough madness to make her interesting

I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFE AND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

From the moment I saw her I knew this one was worth the broken heart.

That was her magic— she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.

Chase your stars fool, life is short. 

In the end, that was the problem with romance. It was so easy to romanticise romance because it was everywhere. It was in music and on TV and in filtered Instagram photos. It was in the air, crisp and alive with fresh possibility. It was in falling leaves, crumbling wooden doorways, scuffed cobblestones and fields of dandelions. It was in the touch of hands, scrawled letters, crumpled sheets and the golden hour. A soft yawn, early morning laugher, shoes lined up together dy the door. Eyes across a dance floor. I could see it all, all the time, all around, but when I got closer, I found nothing was there.

We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs.

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

I let her go because I knew she could do better and now she's gone I wonder if I should've just been better.

She wore the moonlight like lingerie. 

Time is all we have and don’t. 

Sometimes I want a quiet life other times I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

It was never the way she looked always the way she was I would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

She was everything real in a world of make-believe. 

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.

Celebrate who you are in your deepest heart. Love yourself and the world will love you.

How different would people act if they couldn't show off on social media? Would they still do it?

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often. 

There’s too much risk in loving,’ the young boy said, ‘no,’ said the old man, ‘there’s too much risk in not.

We were strange in love her and I too wild to last too rare to die.

What a strange world. We trade our days for things.

You deserve to be the person you were meant to be. 

People who smile while they are alone used to be called insane, until we invented smartphones and social media.

Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.

Our songs live longer than our kingdoms.

Kindness can transform someone's dark moment with a blaze of light. You'll never know how much your caring matters. Make a difference for another today.

She was not for everyone but she was for me. 

It took thirty-eight years before 50 million people gained access to radios. It took television thirteen years to earn an audience that size. It took Instagram a year and a half.

If you are on social media, and you are not learning, not laughing, not being inspired or not networking, then you are using it wrong.

Art takes time— Monet grew his gardens before he painted them.

I just need you and some sunsets. 

Self love is the elixir of an immortal heart.

There will always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.

She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue. 

It's a lonely thing, protecting a breakable heart

As he took her hand he gave her all she had been waiting for-- a shiver down her spine.

THE HARDEST STEP WE ALL MUST TAKE IS TO BLINDLY TRUST IN WHO WE ARE. - ATTICUS

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

She found herself over a long and treacherous road and the more treacherous the road became, the more of herself she found.

You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.

A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean upon instead, build her wings and point her to the sky and she will teach you both to fly.

She walked through her life heavy from the mighty wings upon her back.

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark. 

... and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if she's gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.

LIFE IS A JOURNEY TO FIND THE PEOPLE WEIRD LIKE YOU. —ATTICUS

We can miss other things, but we will hardly miss scrolling through our Instagram or Facebook feed. Wherever your audience is, you need to be there.

Accept yourself: flaws, quirks, talents, secret thoughts, all of it, and experience true liberation.

Words will scratch more hearts than swords.

The problem with heartbreak is that nobody can help you when you're heartbroken. Nobody and nothing. Not the films you watch alone desperately searching for a character who feels the way you do, not the glasses or bottles of whisky you keep by your bed and certainly not Instagram.

I think i should get love inked on my skin. Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.

LOVE COULD BE LABLED POISON AND WE’D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.

Come, my darling, it is never too late to begin our love again.

You cannot free someone who is caged in their own self.

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

THE RIGHT POEM FINDS US EXACTLY WHEN IT NEEDS TO. —ATTICUS

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. 

Dig deep and empower yourself today. Stand in your inner strength. Be uniquely you.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever.

Happiness is a choice. Peace is a state of mind. Both are free!

Unconditional love is the greatest gift we can ever give.

Put a girl in moonlight and tell only truths and every man becomes a poet.

Be uniquely you. Stand out. Shine. Be colorful. The world needs your prismatic soul!

True art comes from flying with the madness so close you burn your eyelashes.

EVERYTHING WE LOVE IS WELL ARRANGED DUST. - ATTICUS

Because we’ve transformed the world from a place of scarcity to a place of overwhelming abundance: Drugs, food, news, gambling, shopping, gaming, texting, sexting, Facebooking, Instagramming, YouTubing, tweeting . . . the increased numbers, variety, and potency of highly rewarding stimuli today is staggering. The smartphone is the modern-day hypodermic needle, delivering digital dopamine 24/7 for a wired generation.

Words fail to describe what i feel anymore. Let me be numb for a while, let me be sore.

Share, care, hug like a bear.

One woman filled with self love and self acceptance is a model more super than any cover girl.

Love yourself, even a little bit each day, and your life will bloom into infinite joy.

Take me to your darkest corners and watch your demons surrender to mine..

I’ll let you into my heart but wipe your feet at the door.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey. 

What if it becomes less about how we look and more about how much we care? What if it becomes less about how much money we earn and more about how much we share our good fortune? Imagine a world where who we are in our hearts is the ultimate status symbol.

Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me. It was when i let you.

Your dreams are worth it. Persevere. Your focus is your power. Harness it.

Celebrate true friends. They are a part of you that always sparkles.

We are loved way more by some of the people who have not contacted us in the last twelve or so months than we are loved by some of those who contact us every twelve or so days … or hours.

I'd rather be interesting, original, & unique then follow the pack. Revel in who you truly are & be liberated!

Silly girl, your different was your beautiful all along.

One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset-- if I can only find the words.

He was her reason for existence, She was his ultimate risk.

Suit yourself.’ Sadie shouldered her pack, then helped Annabeth up. ‘You say Carter drew a hieroglyph on your boyfriend’s hand. All well and good, but I’d rather stay in touch with you directly.’ Annabeth smirked. ‘You’re right. Can’t trust boys to communicate.’ They exchanged cell-phone numbers. ‘Just don’t call unless it’s urgent,’ Annabeth warned. ‘Cell-phone activity attracts monsters.’ Sadie looked surprised. ‘Really? Never noticed. I suppose I shouldn’t send you any funny-face selfies on Instagram, then.’ ‘Probably not.’ ‘Well, until next time.’ Sadie threw her arms round Annabeth.

In the age of Facebook and Instagram you can observe this myth-making process more clearly than ever before, because some of it has been outsourced from the mind to the computer. It is fascinating and terrifying to behold people who spend countless hours constructing and embellishing a perfect self online, becoming attached to their own creation, and mistaking it for the truth about themselves.20 That’s how a family holiday fraught with traffic jams, petty squabbles and tense silences becomes a collection of beautiful panoramas, perfect dinners and smiling faces; 99 per cent of what we experience never becomes part of the story of the self. It is particularly noteworthy that our fantasy self tends to be very visual, whereas our actual experiences are corporeal. In the fantasy, you observe a scene in your mind’s eye or on the computer screen. You see yourself standing on a tropical beach, the blue sea behind you, a big smile on your face, one hand holding a cocktail, the other arm around your lover’s waist. Paradise. What the picture does not show is the annoying fly that bites your leg, the cramped feeling in your stomach from eating that rotten fish soup, the tension in your jaw as you fake a big smile, and the ugly fight the happy couple had five minutes ago. If we could only feel what the people in the photos felt while taking them! Hence if you really want to understand yourself, you should not identify with your Facebook account or with the inner story of the self. Instead, you should observe the actual flow of body and mind. You will see thoughts, emotions and desires appear and disappear without much reason and without any command from you, just as different winds blow from this or that direction and mess up your hair. And just as you are not the winds, so also you are not the jumble of thoughts, emotions and desires you experience, and you are certainly not the sanitised story you tell about them with hindsight. You experience all of them, but you don’t control them, you don’t own them, and you are not them. People ask ‘Who am I?’ and expect to be told a story. The first thing you need to know about yourself, is that you are not a story.