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  • #1
    “Stories aren't just stories if they've been read through before, for once a cover has been opened they turn into something more. A fingerprint of everyone who's ever turned its pages and a bookmark of the you you were when read at different ages. It's as though with each reread you leave a piece of you behind, a sliver of the past pressed for your future self to find. Until it's no longer the story that makes you pull it from the shelf, but the chance to reunite with younger versions of yourself.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #2
    I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control
    “I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
    Marilyn Monroe

  • #3
    George Orwell
    “Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”
    George Orwell, 1984

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #5
    Albert Einstein
    “Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
    Albert Einstein

  • #6
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #7
    William W. Purkey
    “You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,
    Love like you'll never be hurt,
    Sing like there's nobody listening,
    And live like it's heaven on earth.”
    William W. Purkey

  • #8
    “Matter

    You may not believe in magic,

    But don't you think it strange,

    The amount of matter in our universe,

    Has never slightly changed,

    That all which makes your body,

    Was once part of something more,

    And every breath you ever breathe,

    Has seen it all before,

    There are countless scores of beauty,

    In all the things that you despise,

    It could once have been a shooting star,

    That now makes up your thighs,

    And atoms of forgotten life,

    Who've long since ceased to roam,

    May now have the great honour,

    To call your crooked smile their home,

    You may not believe in magic,

    But I thought that you should know,

    The makings of your heart were born,

    Fourteen billion years ago,

    So next time you feel lonely,

    When this world makes you feel small,

    Just remember that it's part of you,

    And you're part of it all.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #9
    “Perhaps we only leave
    So we may once again arrive,
    To get a bird's eye view
    Of what it means to be alive.
    For there is beauty in returning,
    Oh how wonderful, how strange,
    To see that everything is different
    But know it's only you who's changed.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #10
    “I once had a mind of quicksand,
    That dragged ideas into its depths,
    Inhaling specks of sunlight,
    Every time I drew a breath,
    But the world thought me a hazard,
    When every word I spoke, I meant,
    So around me they put caution tape,
    And filled me with cement.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #11
    “There are ghosts of yourself scattered everywhere,
    Whispers of a moment suspended in time,
    Where every life that you've brushed up against
    Now lives with a piece of you trapped in their mind.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #12
    “Your blindness to my downfall,
    Has gone too far to be a joke,
    As I stand ablaze before you,
    And you tell me you smell smoke.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #13
    “The irony of life
    Is our greatest fear is to forget,
    Yet it's the only certain fate
    That anything has ever met.
    We know one day our earth
    Will find itself victim to time,
    That nothing will be left
    To tell of your story or mine,
    And still through life we rush
    Scrambling for something to remember,
    Perish the thought that ash be ash
    And not the memory of an ember.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #14
    “Life is unpredictable,
    It changes with the seasons,
    Even your coldest winter
    Happens for the best of reasons,
    And though it feels eternal,
    Like all you'll ever do is freeze,
    I promise spring is coming,
    And with it, brand new leaves”
    Erin Hanson

  • #15
    “I lend everyone my ear,
    But nobody my heart,
    And I sure would like to change that,
    But I don't know where to start,
    I smile more to myself,
    Than the world will ever see,
    Because the only time my smile is real,
    Is in my own company,
    People don't know how I feel,
    They never even ask,
    It seems I have fooled them all,
    They can't see past my mask,
    If they were with me late at night,
    When the world was still asleep,
    Maybe I'd let them sort,
    Through the secrets that I keep,
    But when I wake at 2am,
    Nobody is ever there,
    And I learnt that why I hide my heart,
    Is because no-one really cares.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #16
    “There is a fable in the forest
    Whispered by the branches, as they blow.
    A tale about the truth of leaving
    Things that no longer help you grow.
    For on the surface it looks simple,
    Like you only need lace your boots,
    But there is nothing quite as painful
    As untangling your roots.
    And proof is found in tree stumps
    Of the price some pay to flee,
    That they would cut their lives in half
    To cut the time before they're free.
    Yet from the little left behind
    Life has been known to grow again,
    For unless you take your roots
    A part of you will still remain.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #17
    “My mother always told me
    No monster lived beneath my bed,
    But she had failed to warn me
    It laid on top of it instead.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #18
    “Her soul is a kaliedoscope
    Bursting with every shade and hue
    But shift your gaze ever so slightly
    And she's something entirely new.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #19
    “Don't ever think you're alone here,
    We've just been trapped in different hells,
    And people aren't against you dear,
    They're just all for themselves.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #20
    “It's not the endings that will haunt you
    But the space where they should lie,
    The things that simply faded
    Without one final wave goodbye.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #21
    “Who says paper worlds
    Are an escape from what is real?
    As though the lives trapped in their binding
    Are not ones that make you feel.
    For sometimes our greatest lessons
    Come from those with ink for skin,
    Who reach beyond the page
    To take our hand and pull us in.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #22
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • #23
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • #24
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • #25
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “The heart, like the mind, has a memory.
    And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • #26
    Mark Twain
    “If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.”
    Mark Twain

  • #27
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
    “Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.”
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • #28
    George Carlin
    “The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.”
    George Carlin

  • #29
    Mark Twain
    “A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.”
    Mark Twain

  • #30
    Fyodor Dostoevsky
    “Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.”
    Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov



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