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  • #1
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “All that is gold does not glitter,
    Not all those who wander are lost;
    The old that is strong does not wither,
    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
    A light from the shadows shall spring;
    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
    The crownless again shall be king.”
    J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

  • #2
    “I have been finding treasures in places I did not want to search. I have been hearing wisdom from tongues I did not want to listen. I have been finding beauty where I did not want to look. And I have learned so much from journeys I did not want to take. Forgive me, O Gracious One; for I have been closing my ears and eyes for too long. I have learned that miracles are only called miracles because they are often witnessed by only those who can can see through all of life's illusions. I am ready to see what really exists on other side, what exists behind the blinds, and taste all the ugly fruit instead of all that looks right, plump and ripe.”
    Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

  • #3
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “It’s the beating of my heart.
    The way I lie awake, playing with shadows slowly climbing up my wall. The gentle moonlight slipping through my window and the sound of a lonely car somewhere far away, where I long to be too, I think. It’s the way I thought my restless wandering was over, that I’d found whatever I thought I had found, or wanted, or needed, and I started to collect my belongings. Build a home. Safe behind the comfort of these four walls and a closed door.
    Because as much as I tried or pretended or imagined myself as a part of all the people out there,
    I was still the one locking the door every night.
    Turning off the phone and blowing out the candles so no one knew I was home.
    ’cause I was never really well around the expectations of my personality
    and I wanted to keep to myself.
    and because I haven’t been very impressed lately.
    By people,
    or places.
    Or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

  • #4
    “She has a bookshelf for a heart, and ink runs through her veins, she’ll write you into her story with the typewriter in her brain. Her bookshelf’s getting crowded. With all the stories that’s she’s penned, of all the people who flicked through her pages but closed the book before it ended. And there’s one pushed to the very back, that sits collecting dust, with its title in her finest writing, ‘The One’s Who Lost My Trust’. There’s books shes scared to open, and books she doesn't close. Stories of every person she’s met stretched out in endless rows. Some people have only one sentence while others once held a main part, thousands of inky footprints that they've left across her heart. You might wonder why she does this, why write of people she once knew? But she hopes one day she’ll mean enough for someone to write about her too.”
    E.H.

  • #5
    “It's the moments when it's darkest,
    like one long eternal night,
    that it's of the most importance,
    to turn your face to the light,
    but this you must remember,
    if it's the last thing that you do;
    sometimes the light is outside,
    but sometimes the light is you.”
    EH

  • #6
    “She blacked out all her windows,
    scared she wasn't worth the light,
    spent far too long in darkness,
    for someone so afraid of night,
    and as she felt her world cave in,
    her fragile ribcage strain,
    she wondered if there's more to life,
    than just mind-numbing pain.”
    EH

  • #7
    “What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?”
    Erin Hanson

  • #8
    “Do not hold your breath for anyone,
    Do not wish your lungs to be still,
    It may delay the cracks from spreading,
    But eventually they will.
    Sometimes to keep yourself together
    You must allow yourself to leave,
    Even if breaking your own heart
    Is what it takes to let you breathe.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #9
    “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

  • #10
    “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

  • #11
    “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

  • #12
    “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

  • #13
    “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

  • #14
    “If I could tell you only one thing. My message would be this: The world would be a lonely place if you did not exist.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #15
    “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

  • #16
    “Why must it be so hard
    For us to come to understand,
    That there are things we cannot change
    Hidden amongst the things we can?
    For we can rearrange our hearts,
    Dust out the corners of our minds,
    We can teach our eyes to see
    Only the things we wish to find.
    Yet once we decorate our walls
    And sweep our sorrows off the floor,
    Why do we look to someone else,
    To show us how we can be more?
    For here is where the line
    Between our can and can't gets tough,
    Just the point at which we all must learn
    That we are already enough,
    That since we cannot choose the home,
    Our only soul was born into,
    We should rearrange its rooms
    But learn to love its window's view.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #17
    “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

  • #18
    “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

  • #19
    “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

  • #20
    “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

  • #21
    “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

  • #22
    “You must look for constellations in the orange city lights. View each streetlamp as a star that's simply fallen from the night. So that even tired of footsteps feel like learning how to fly, and you're never truly trapped right where the earth touches the sky. Then when your world is turned upside down, you'll know no matter where you are, that you will always have the chance to fall asleep among the stars.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #23
    “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

  • #24
    “What if I fall? Oh, but darling, what if you fly?”
    Erin Hanson

  • #25
    “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

  • #26
    “What if I fall?"
    Oh but my darling,
    What if you fly?”
    Erin Hanson

  • #27
    “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

  • #28
    “There is freedom waiting for you,
    On the breezes of the sky,
    And you ask "What if I fall?"
    Oh but my darling,
    What if you fly?”
    Erin Hanson

  • #29
    “Because the birdsong might be pretty,
    But it's not for you they sing,
    And if you think my winter is too cold,
    You don't deserve my spring.”
    Erin Hanson

  • #30
    Ayn Rand
    “People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.”
    Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged



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