Top 44 Hippies Quotes

For me and my entire generation, we took on this kind of sarcastic, ironic, snarkiness because it seemed the most extreme reaction to the earnestness of hippies.

I have busted more hippies’ noses than all the narcs in the free world.

My personal style is a mixture of, like, girly, throwback, like retro ’50s pin-ups, floral, like hippies, like anything feminine, and like flirty.

When I was 13 and looking for my identity, I was obsessed with hippies.

We were wild-eyed hippies from the late ’60s. We still had the exuberance of the mind-expanding ’60s – that Tolkienesque, Zeppelin, androgynous, wood nymph, forest fairy kind of innocence. It sounds stupid now, but we felt we were changing the world with music.

I was admired by all these hippies, and it was wonderful playing at Monterey and Woodstock, performing for half a million people.

I grew up in Berkeley and my parents were hippies, obviously, since my name’s ‘Jorma.’ I didn’t watch much television growing up because they weren’t into it at all.

I used to say, ‘Mad’ takes on both sides.’ We even used to rake the hippies over the coals. They were protesting the Vietnam War, but we took aspects of their culture and had fun with it. ‘Mad’ was wide open.

I was born in Manhattan on West 12th. My parents were kind of hippies and they did a home birth.

Real hippies don’t like me at all. They can smell a real hippy.

The rude, raw, ‘let it all hang out’ freedom of the Californian hippies was in fact the most censorious and oppressive of societies that I have encountered.

The hippies wanted peace and love. We wanted Ferraris, blondes and switchblades.

Anybody can be unhappy. We can all be hurt. You don’t have to be poor to need something or somebody. Rednecks, hippies, misfits – we’re all the same. Gay or straight? So what? It doesn’t matter to me. We have to be concerned about other people, regardless.

I didn’t fit in on any level when I moved from Brooklyn to Burbank – on any level. And then I met a bunch of hippies, and I became a little hippie myself. A Brooklyn hippie.

All hippies around now just represent complete apathy.

I’ve always despised the hippies.

The two basic social identities were Normal and Greaser; although a few sophisticated girls wore peace signs, hippies didn’t exist, and while a seminal punk band, Iggy and the Stooges, was playing in nearby Ann Arbor, punk didn’t exist yet, either.

Everyone look around and see if you can spot the NARCS. They’re the ones who look like hippies.

Liberalism is correlated with high openness and low conscientiousness, and when you think of Lib Dems they’re absent-minded professors and hippies. They’re the early adopters… they’re highly open to new ideas.

It takes only one bad amp to turn your ears to oatmeal: That’s how old hippies became Yanni fans.

Hippies are so phoney and fake.

I was always embarrassed because my dad wore a suit and my mother wore flat pumps and a cozy jumper while my friends’ parents were punks or hippies.

Ever since Willie Nelson brought rednecks into an alliance with hippies back in the psychedelic ’70s, Austin has milked its quirky libertarian spirit for a worldwide bonanza of free publicity.

My parents were/are straight-edge hippies. Mom roamed around gardening so we would have fresh food, and Dad was on wood-chopping duty to heat our passive solar home that they figured out how to design and build together. I was the kid with green peppers in my lunch, and I liked them!

The process of unleashing worms on organic waste such as food scraps and grass clippings is known as ‘vermicomposting.’ Amateur horticulturists and hippies have been doing it on a small scale for decades.

It’s funny how the hippies and the punks tried to get rid of the conservatives, but they always seem to get the upper hand in the end.

Before ‘Veronica Mars,’ I was not, and probably am still not, much of a crime reader. My mom left out a copy of ‘Helter Skelter’ when I was 10, and I secretly read it, and then I spent all my teenage years afraid of hippies. I kept away from crime books for, like, ten years.

Bonobo studies started in the ’70s and came to fruition in the ’80s. Then in the ’90s, all of a sudden, boom, they ended because of the warfare in the Congo. It was really bad for the bonobo and ironic that people with their warfare were preventing us from studying the hippies of the primate world.

It was a tedious saying among hippies: if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem. I was very much part of the problem.

My parents were hippies.

Certainly there’s a huge appeal to the ’60s, because it was such a big turning point to everyone. It was the era of change, the boiling point. People rebelled against things – the hippies, the feminists, the protesters. All these things just built up and boiled over. I think people can relate to that today.

Typically, people think, ‘Oh the hippies and the punks hated each other,’ or that those things don’t go together musically. Sometimes that is true, but we had equal parts of both in our musical DNA.

My parents were hippies. They met at an ashram, where they were studying how to be enlightened.

I think we’re pretty spiritual people, the band in general. We’re not a bunch of hippies or anything like that, but we like to work together and work with people. We believe that positive energy is pretty necessary in life, although it’s not always easy to maintain.

Elvis was the only man from Northeast Mississippi who could shake his hips and still be loved by rednecks, cops, and hippies.

Everything that was interesting was outside of Poland. Great music, art, film, hippies, Mick Jagger. It was impossible even to dream of escape. I was convinced as a teen-ager that I would have to spend the rest of my life in this trap.

My parents were like these hippies almost: they are free-spirited, but they were also strict – which seems like a weird dynamic – but it worked.

For the first five years of my life, I grew up in a log cabin in coastal British Columbia in a very small town, like 300 people, mostly hippies. No running water, no electricity. When I was 12, I changed my name from Dharma to Stewart. At that age, you just want to be normal.

My parents are definitely reformed hippies.

My whole life has been a very communal experience; growing up in a house full of happy hippies, having dinner parties three days a week, and going to Christiania, I was constantly surrounded by people celebrating community. If you look at the films I’ve done, they all share that theme.

Though it’s frequently portrayed as this crazy, unbridled festival of rain-soaked, stoned hippies dancing in the mud, Woodstock was obviously much more than that – or we wouldn’t still be talking about it in 2009. People of all ages and colors came together in the fields of Max Yasgur’s farm.

I hate the word ‘hippy’. I hate a lot of people, and hippies don’t do that!

I’m lucky. My parents are, like, super hippies. They were just happy I was going to school and I wasn’t getting in trouble.

Kabul was very popular with the hippies in the Sixties and Seventies. It was very quiet and peaceful.