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  • #1
    J.K. Rowling
    “Dawn was breaking over the horizon, shell pink and faintly gold...”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

  • #2
    Arthur Rimbaud
    “À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes.

    (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)
    Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell & Other Poems

  • #3
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “I woke up early and took the first train to take me away from the city. The noise and all its people. I was alone on the train and had no idea where I was going, and that’s why I went there. Two hours later we arrived in a small town, one of those towns with one single coffee shop and where everyone knows each other’s name. I walked for a while until I found the water, the most peaceful place I know. There I sat and stayed the whole day, with nothing and everything on my mind, cleaning my head. Silence, I learned, is some times the most beautiful sound.”
    Charlotte Eriksson

  • #4
    Stephen  King
    “It's always darkest before the dawn”
    Stephen King

  • #5
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “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.”
    Charlotte Eriksson

  • #6
    Terry Pratchett
    “Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on.”
    Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

  • #7
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I'll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

  • #8
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
    and I still don’t know which month it was then
    or what day it is now.
    Blurred out lines
    from hangovers
    to coffee
    Another vagabond
    lost to love.

    4am alone and on my way.
    These are my finest moments.
    I scrub my skin
    to rid me from
    you
    and I still don’t know why I cried.
    It was just something in the way you took my heart and rearranged my insides and I couldn’t recognise the emptiness you left me with when you were done. Maybe you thought my insides would fit better this way, look better this way, to you and us and all the rest.
    But then you must have changed your mind
    or made a wrong
    because why did you
    leave?

    6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,
    and I still don’t know which month it was then
    or what day it is now.
    I replace cafés with crowded bars and empty roads with broken bottles
    and this town is healing me slowly but still not slow or fast enough because there’s no right way to do this.
    There is no right way to do this.

    There is no right way to do this.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

  • #9
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “I am not a Sunday morning inside four walls
    with clean blood
    and organized drawers.
    I am the hurricane setting fire to the forests
    at night when no one else is alive
    or awake
    however you choose to see it
    and I live in my own flames
    sometimes burning too bright and too wild
    to make things last
    or handle
    myself or anyone else
    and so I run.
    run run run
    far and wide
    until my bones ache and lungs split
    and it feels good.
    Hear that people? It feels good
    because I am the slave and ruler of my own body
    and I wish to do with it exactly as I please”
    Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

  • #10
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “So I am not a broken heart.
    I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete.
    I am not this year and I am not your fault.
    I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,
    but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore.
    I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life.
    I am not your fault.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

  • #11
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “... so this is for us.
    This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and love
    and this is for doing it even if no one will ever know
    because the beauty is in the act of doing it.
    Not what it can lead to.
    This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playing
    and no one is around and they will never know
    but I will forever remember
    and that shines brighter than any praise or fame or glory I will ever have,
    and this is for you who write or play or read or sing
    by yourself with the light off and door closed
    when the world is asleep and the stars are aligned
    and maybe no one will ever hear it
    or read your words
    or know your thoughts
    but it doesn’t make it less glorious.
    It makes it ethereal. Mysterious.
    Infinite.
    For it belongs to you and whatever God or spirit you believe in
    and only you can decide how much it meant
    and means
    and will forever mean
    and other people will experience it too
    through you.
    Through your spirit. Through the way you talk.
    Through the way you walk and love and laugh and care
    and I never meant to write this long
    but what I want to say is:
    Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourself
    and let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.
    Let your very identity be your book.
    Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

    So go create. Take photographs in the wood, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountain
    where no one will ever hear
    and your very existence will be the most hypnotising scar.
    Make your life be your art
    and you will never be forgotten.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

  • #12
    J.K. Rowling
    “It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

  • #13
    It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our
    “It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

  • #14
    J.K. Rowling
    “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”
    J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

  • #15
    Steve  Martin
    “A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.”
    Steve Martin

  • #16
    William Shakespeare
    “Love all, trust a few,
    Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
    Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
    Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
    But never tax'd for speech.”
    William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well

  • #17
    Marcus Tullius Cicero
    “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
    Marcus Tullius Cicero

  • #18
    Daniel Pennac
    “Reader's Bill of Rights

    1. The right to not read

    2. The right to skip pages

    3. The right to not finish

    4. The right to reread

    5. The right to read anything

    6. The right to escapism

    7. The right to read anywhere

    8. The right to browse

    9. The right to read out loud

    10. The right to not defend your tastes”
    Daniel Pennac

  • #19
    Cassandra Clare
    “What do you want?"
    "Just coffee. Black - like my soul.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

  • #20
    Cassandra Clare
    “As long as there was coffee in the world, how bad could things be?”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #21
    Sarah Vowell
    “Just the other day, I was in my neighborhood Starbucks, waiting for the post office to open. I was enjoying a chocolatey cafe mocha when it occurred to me that to drink a mocha is to gulp down the entire history of the New World. From the Spanish exportation of Aztec cacao, and the Dutch invention of the chemical process for making cocoa, on down to the capitalist empire of Hershey, PA, and the lifestyle marketing of Seattle's Starbucks, the modern mocha is a bittersweet concoction of imperialism, genocide, invention, and consumerism served with whipped cream on top.”
    Sarah Vowell

  • #22
    Darynda Jones
    “Want coffee?" I asked, as I headed that way.
    "It's three thirty in the morning."
    "Okay. Want coffee?”
    Darynda Jones, Third Grave Dead Ahead

  • #23
    “And, most days she survives on coffee, poetry and love...romancing herself back to life.”
    N.R.Hart

  • #24
    Dr. Seuss
    “You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #25
    Dr. Seuss
    “I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
    Dr. Seuss

  • #26
    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

  • #27
    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

  • #28
    Rupi Kaur
    “Loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself.”
    Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

  • #29
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Mors irrumat omnia. Death fucks us all.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House

  • #30
    Leigh Bardugo
    “Not every flower belongs in every garden.”
    Leigh Bardugo, Ninth House



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