Tiktok Quotes

“Investing a greater amount of time into yourself and your ambitions instead of messing around on social media can't be a bad idea.”
― Torron-Lee Dewar

“This has been an afternoon of romantic omens, gentle on the heart, but why me? Love never happens to me. Everything else, but not love. Does Arnold play drums? Guess I never asked. I’ve been terribly insensitive this last year. I haven’t even checked to see if he has a TikTok account.”
― Michael Benzehabe, Zonked Out: The Teen Psychologist of San Marcos Who Killed Her Santa Claus and Found the Blue-Black Edge of the Love Universe

“i can't ask you
what you think about me
due to the fear of the reply
“ i dont ”
so i’ll hide behind
the timid smiles & simple
hellos
hoping that one day
you’ll notice the shy girl
sitting in the corner
staring at you in awe
- the perks of being invisible”
― me <3

“The mass media of film, television, radio and internet have enabled a whole new degree of instant, global stardom for those of dubious talent. As a result, our society is drowning in a flood of celebrities, products of a fame industry of lavish scale.”
― Stephen Cave, Immortality: The Quest to Live Forever and How It Drives Civilization

“I can feel another 'Tiktok' moment coming on.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“One of the curiosities of the early twenty-first century is the way so much power over social relations came into the hands of young men with more interest in numbers than in people.”
― Nicholas Carr, Superbloom: How Technologies of Connection Tear Us Apart

“Como individuos medievales, ni siquiera necesitamos que la persona genere afecto. Con el ícono basta. Pagamos grandes sumas de dinero por prendas de ropa y objetos personales levados o creados por los famosos e infames de nuestro tiempo.”
― Jordan B. Peterson, Maps of Meaning: The Architecture of Belief

“Is there such a thing as too much social media?”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Cuanto más apunta la curva del flujo de información hacia una mayor conectividad, más rápido evolucionan los memes y más se expanden.”
― James Gleick, The Information: A History, a Theory, a Flood

“Video advertising revenue: More views runs more ads for more income.”
― Steven Magee

“I am far more comfortable with the Chinese government having access to my cell phone than the USA government.”
― Steven Magee

“He got to Tajrish Square. He had given instructions to Tara to be right next to the jigar forooshi, a liver and kidney store, a delicacy Iranians have been delighting in for centuries. The real Liver King resides in Iran. Not on TikTok. The authentic liver kings and queens have known about the health benefits of eating raw organs for thousands of years.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“TikTok Downloader
TikTok DownloaderzTikMate is one of the best online apps which offer you to download TikTok videos without a watermark.”
― Tikiri Herath

“Mientras Lucca se duchaba aproveché para interactuar en mis redes. Los comentarios desagradables sobre mi peso habían ido desapareciendo, aunque en TikTok siempre había algún descerebrado que criticaba mi contenido. Era algo que no se entendía: si no te gusta no mires, ¡es tan sencillo...! Pero
claro, esa gente no daba para más. Como dice Dani Rovira en su monólogo 'Odio', esa gente no tiene todos los patitos en fila en su cabeza.
A veces pienso que no sabemos la suerte que tenemos con toda esta tecnología a nuestro alcance. ¿Y para qué la usamos? Para poner verde a una serie de personas que no conocemos. Para escondernos tras un perfil falso y hacer daño. Para insultar gratuitamente sin saber las consecuencias de nuestras palabras. En TikTok e Instagram la gente crea contenido porque le gusta, porque entretiene o simplemente porque le apetece. ¿Qué razones tenemos para acribillar a alguien, a su trabajo, a su manera de ser o de bailar? Es increíble, pero la empatía brilla por su ausencia.”
― Susana Rubio, Ciao, bonita

“Everyone’s off somewhere—Twitter, Facebook, TikTok… anywhere to dodge being home.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, Yet Another New Land

“Not so long ago, the dolts among us were free to think their thoughts quietly to themselves with no easy way to share them. At worst, a person would usually just embarrass himself in front of his own family or bowling team. Bad ideas had a harder time scaling and reproducing, so lots of stupidity stayed local, and everyone else could happily overestimate the average person's intelligence because they saw less of it. But then we connected everyone on the planet and gave them each the equivalent of their own printing press, radio station and TV network. Now, even those with nothing useful to say can tell the whole world exactly, or more often vaguely, what they think.
. . . In theory, this is the democratization of expression. In practice, it feels like a crowdsourced lobotomy.
[from "A Theory of Dumb" by Lane Brown, New York Magazine, November 17 - 30, 2025]”
― Lane Brown

“The door opened with a creak, admitting a draft that stirred the air without refreshing it. The woman who entered was tall, commanding the space without effort, her presence a disruption in the grey uniformity. Long, coppery hair fell in rich, wavy cascades, textured as if tended with care from a bygone era; drowned in treatments and rich oils, evoking old TikTok reels of effortless glamour, a relic of abundance. Her lips were a vivid red, bold against the pallor of the day, and her eyes gleamed green, sharp with intent. She scanned the room once, then approached Nia's table, her movements fluid, accented by the subtle click of boots on worn tile and hugged her...
... Colonel Yelena Kuznetsova smelled nice, a fragrance of jasmine and sandalwood that evoked women before the war, polished and unscarred. Like a glitch in the matrix, a type of person that didn't exist anymore: curated, soft, vibrant, untarnished by the grind. And there Nia was, dark brown hair hanging lifelessly over her shoulders in messy cascades, grown out without trimming from a close shave that spoke of practicality over vanity; dressed in the same orange hoodie and leather jacket worn most of the time, smelling of coffee, rust, and ink. Her eyes were pale blue and tired, undereye bags taking more space than brows and eyes together, and her lips had not seen a Chapstick in a while, cracked from the persistent chill and humidity.”
― Džana Todosijević, The Crack