Concrete Quotes

“Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it's dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.”
― Tupac Shakur, The Rose That Grew from Concrete

“In the beginning, some people try to appear that everything about them is "in black and white," until later their true colors come out.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete proving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk
without having feet”
― Tupac Shakur, The Rose That Grew from Concrete

“The road is a word, conceived elsewhere and laid across the country in the wound prepared for it: a word made concrete and thrust among us.”
― Wendell Berry

“Basically, Sherri's idea had to do with bringing Fat's mind down from the cosmic and the abstract to the particular. She had hatched out the practical notion that nothing is more real than a large World War Two Soviet tank.”
― Philip K. Dick, VALIS

“They swore by concrete. They built for eternity.”
― Gunter Grass

“Please don´t drown into his fears, his concrete fists don´t let him again, break the bridge of your nose with his cruel born hits. Then disappear into that mask of misery.”
― Anthony Liccione

“It's hard to push up against a wall, when you are the wall.”
― Anthony Liccione

“The abstract kills, the concrete saves.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Teaching is a dialogue, and it is through the process of engaging students that we see ideas taken from the abstract and played out in concrete visual form. Students teach us about creativity through their personal responses to the limits we set, thus proving that reason and intuition are not antithetical. Their works give aesthetic visibility to mathematical ideas.”
― Martha Boles, Universal Patterns

“I feel like crying. There's something so sad about broken concrete.”
― Scarlett Thomas, The End of Mr. Y

“Nature has no beauty forbidden
Manmade concrete slab: guilt-ridden
Wings or leaves whatever we may care
Those limbs with the birds only trees will share”
― Munia Khan

“Why do you fear touching the earth? Does not the concrete separate you from it enough?”
― Chester Brown, I Never Liked You: A Comic Strip Narrative

“Time is a concrete product”
― Sunday Adelaja

“我是來自水泥地的…日向翔陽。我要打倒你，進軍全國大賽！”
― 古舘春一, ハイキュー!! 9 [Haikyū!! 9]

“It does not seem possible to me to conceive anything sadder than a monument composed of a smooth, naked and unadorned surface, of a light absorbent material, absolutely bare of details, and of which the decoration is formed by a composition of shadows, drawn by shadows still darker.”
― Aldo Rossi

“...America was supposed to be a place ruined and homogenized by highways, that that was its unique character, crass and vulgar sameness.”
― Rachel Kushner, The Flamethrowers

“Now to think of concrete as both natural and artificial demands a greater degree of mental agility than most of us can manage. So much is invested in the absoluteness of this distinction between natural and artificial , so necessary is it to our whole cosmology, that to admit that something can be both of these would be just too anxious-inducing. To avoid this, we habitually operate on the assumption that concrete is just artificial, or alternatively, just natural, but never both.”
― Iain Borden, Forty Ways to Think About Architecture: Architectural History and Theory Today

“Producing the prefect concrete has become a kind of philosopher’s stone of the late 20th century.”
― Iain Borden, Forty Ways to Think About Architecture: Architectural History and Theory Today

“Certainly metaphor is in some sense the opposite of concrete thing.”
― David Punter, Metaphor

“Concrete cemented my mind on you.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Cooperative proxy gift-giving.

Warmth, softens what is hard.”
― Anatw

“Time is an illusion.
Sensations are an illusion.
Reality, for the most part, is an illusion.
The illusion is, perhaps, the most concrete and substantial thing in our existence.”
― Augusto Branco

“seismic concrete ice”
― I forgot the name

“I could attempt to Great Escape the rubble out bit by bit in the trash, but that would take who knows how long”
― Matt Puchalski, A Pandemic Gardening Journal

“Bunyan points out, for example, how the Pharisees of Jesus’ day no doubt phrased their prayers well but were condemned because they fell short of “pouring out” their hearts to God (IWP, 38). Without help from the Holy Spirit in purifying and pouring out the heart, he writes, one who prays is “hyp- ocritical, cold, and unseemly” and “abominable to God” (IWP, 37).
The hypocrisy God detests, then, is importantly not a matter of say- ing one thing and doing another, but of saying one thing and feeling another: of a disjunction between the logocentric intellect and the heart, between the propositional truths of abstract doctrine and the emotions which are substantively to mirror and confirm it.”
― Lori Branch, Rituals of Spontaneity: Sentiment and Secularism from Free Prayer to Wordsworth

“Nothing is concrete until I have a deposit in my bank and a signed contract.”
― Steven Magee

“To say that concrete is everywhere is hardly an exaggeration. Despite the fact that we only began mass producing this mixture of sand, aggregates and cement just over a century ago, there are now more than 80 tonnes of concrete on this planet for every person alive – around 650 gigatonnes in total. To put that slightly meaningless number into perspective, it is considerably more than the combined weight of every single living thing on the planet: every cow, every tree, every human, plant, animal, bacterium and single-celled organism. Each year we produce enough concrete around the world to cover the entire landmass of England.”
― Ed Conway, Material World: The Six Raw Materials That Shape Modern Civilization

“Life was like being dragged through concrete in circles, wet and setting concrete that dried with each rotation of my unwilling body. As a child, I was light. It didn’t matter too much; I slid through it, and maybe it even felt like a game, like I was just playing in mud, like nothing about that slipperiness would ever change, not really. But then I got bigger and it started drying on me and eventually I turned into an uneven block, chipping and sparking on the hard ground, tearing off into painful chunks.”
― Akwaeke Emezi, The Death of Vivek Oji

“Every few blocks were vacant lots where victory gardens had been planted at the height of the war. By then, they were wrecked and full of debris. Once in a while, when you looked down at the sidewalk along the lots, you’d see a blade of grass growing up out of the concrete. That’s what my friend, the acting teacher Lee Strasberg, once called talent: a blade of grass growing up out of a block of concrete.”
― Al Pacino, Sonny Boy: A Memoir