Charlotte Eriksson Quotes

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.