Charlotte Eriksson Quotes
Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story.
When someone's success makes you as happy as if it were your own, you know you've found someone worth holding on to.
I seek the city because there is nothing sweeter than not being alone in your loneliness.
Seasons happened and things got colder and harder and suddenly I found myself smoking circles in the airby myself in the snowand I was not okay.
Are you in love? What makes your heart beat faster? What do you want people to think about when they hear your name.
I built my home in the feeling of waking up at dawn in a new city, where every road is the right road because there is no ordinary. Everything is as profound as you make it.
… and now and then we could look up and give each other a thought, because I think he could have beautiful thoughts, and we could just let each other be less lonely in our loneliness.
I can’t sleep alone anymoreand I get used tocompanytoo quickly. You’re always gone too soon.
Find what makes you happy and go for it with all your heart. It will be hard, but I promise it will be worth it.
No story is worth telling without the twists and turns. Make them count instead.
What I want to know is how you go on when you look aroundand don’t see anywhere you want to go without the only personyou can’t have.
It could have been so beautiful.The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person ever againand it could have been so beautiful, the way I actually did.
I am slowly coming to the conclusion that it’s more important to learn to work with what you’ve got, under the circumstances you’ve been given, than wishing for different ones.
I wanted to say all these things about how you just have to hold on to the things you love and let go of all the rest.
You might say “no, you will never do that, that’s not you, not who I know, not who I thought you were”, and I will say "watch me".
You’re going to make something wonderful of yourself. I promise.You’re doing just fine.
I’m here for you. Always. Do you feel me?Hear me? I talk to you every night, does it reach you?
You must make love to him like his touch is your salvation.
I rest in ease, knowing there are others out there, whispering themselves to sleep, just like me.
My writing, it’s my way of making sense of everything. My way to feel whole. May I never be complete and may I never feel content – please, let me always have the need, always have the urge to write.
When you think your life is falling apart, it's usually falling together in disguise.
I don’t need anyone else to distract me from myself anymore, like I always thought I would.
My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.
It’s just as hard to go back to a place you once left, as it is to leave it again.
I’m fighting my way into existence, and I will keep doing so until the end of time.
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, and I still don’t know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.
And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest musicleaving tears on the glass, which is what music does to memost of the timebut silence too. and rain.
When the others were picked up and walked home by friends or fathers or best friend’s sisters, I was the kid in a grey hoodie, walking with the poets, the singers, the thinkers, and I was not alone.
I am a complicated person with a simple life and I am the reason for everything that ever happened to me.
I am living a simple life with a complicated mind and I have yet to find a state of mind where I feel safe with who I am, where I am, with what I do.
Human interaction. The most complicated form of happiness I will never figure out.
It all takes time and lessons and places, but I’m learning to listen to my restless heart, telling me to “go, go, go!
