Charlotte Eriksson Quotes


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Charlotte Eriksson is an author, songwriter, producer and wanderer from Sweden, but is currently living somewhere on the road in Europe. She's published three books "Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps", "You're Doing Just Fine" & "Another Vagabond Lost To Love". She's a prolific writer and has had her writings featured on sites such as Berlin Artparasites, Rebelle Society and LunaLuna Magazine. She's also produced and released 5 EPs and 2 full-length albums, and is the founder of record label and publishing company "Broken Glass Records".

Charlotte Eriksson Quotes

Being passionate about something is the most beautiful characteristic you can develop.. Charlotte Eriksson
Being passionate about something is the most beautiful characteristic you can develop.

I want people to feel safe around me. Calm and at peace and I want to make people feel accepted. I want to express confidence on my own path, and spread confidence to other people on theirs.

I don’t want to be a critic of the world. I want to encourage it.

This world can be quite wonderful once you let yourself be a part of it. It’s on your side, you know?

I was running and deliberately lost my way. The world far off and nothing but my breath and the very next step and it’s like hypnosis. The feeling of conquering my own aliveness with no task but to keep going, making every way the right away and that’s a metaphor for everything.

Find something you love and go for it with all your heart. No excuses, no plan B. Never settle for anything less than you know you can do.
It will be hard, but I promise it will be worth it.

And this is what being an artist means, being a poet? To sacrifice yourself for your art, sacrifice your heart for your art, because it’s only through something broken that something beautiful can grow.

An artist must be passionately in love with her art. Obsessed or possessed ― go mad for what you believe in.

Why I write music? Because it hurts not to.

I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour.

Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell.

I think I’m learning
that sometimes the bravest thing is not to face the world,
but to turn away from it.

I believe in knowing who you are but without limiting yourself to your own expectation of who you are.

My favorite place in the world is next to you.

I can’t change the world, I can only change how I choose to live in it.

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.

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.

You read and write and sing and experience, thinking that one day these things will build the character you admire to live as. You love and lose and bleed best you can, to the extreme, hoping that one day the world will read you like the poem you want to be.

When someone's success makes you as happy as if it were your own, you know you've found someone worth holding on to.

Human interaction. The most complicated form of happiness I will never figure out.

Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from two bottles of wine, and I smiled with tears in my eyes because it was beautiful and so god damn sad and I did not know how to be one of those without the other.

No story is worth telling without the twists and turns. Make them count instead.

When you think your life is falling apart, it's usually falling together in disguise.

Inspiration is everywhere.

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,
at any time,
and I am not your fault.

Some people make you want to be a better person, and that, for me, is the purest form of love.

Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story.

So many people will tell you ”no”, and you need to find something you believe in so hard that you just smile and tell them ”watch me”. Learn to take rejection as motivation to prove people wrong. Be unstoppable. Refuse to give up, no matter what. It’s the best skill you can ever learn.

Spend more time doing things that make you forget about the time.

... and 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”
for I never did this to fit in
or stand out
but to live.

When you forget about the how, go back to the why.

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.

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.

It all takes time and lessons and places, but I’m learning to listen to my restless heart, telling me to “go, go, go!

Time flows smoother when you are with people you love.

It could have been so beautiful.
The way I learned and got free and swore to never love another person
ever again
and it could have been so beautiful,
the way I actually did.

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.
Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.
You’re doing just fine.

All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality.

It will not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.

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".

Dear me, one day I'll make you proud.

Freedom can choke you if you don't know how to handle it.

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can’t be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.

I just want to be someone, to mean something to anyone…

My mind is killing me”
- The Glass Child, Stuck In My Mind

... but I believe that music can change a life, because it changed mine.

And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest music
leaving tears on the glass,
which is what music does to me
most of the time
but silence too. and rain.

My home will never be a place, but a state of mind, which I find through my music.

So I forced myself to step out of my comfort zone and go out and connect with people. I realised that no one knew me here. I could become whoever I wanted to be for these people, and that became my courage.

I didn't do music to live; I lived so that I could do music.

Sometimes you have to realise that things will never change if you don’t make a change yourself, and sometimes, you need to realise that it only happened so that you could learn something.

Are you in love? What makes your heart beat faster? What do you want people to think about when they hear your name.

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.

It’s called ”being an artist” for a reason; it’s something YOU ARE. It’s how you live. It’s WHO you are. How you spend your life and what you leave behind.

I want my life to be the greatest story.
My very existence will be the greatest poem.
Watch me burn.
Love always, Charlotte

I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.

I am a worried person with a stressed out soul, living a simple life with no capital.

I am constantly torn between the will to be seen and still hidden so god damn well,
a contradiction I never figured out.

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.

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