Erin Hanson Quotes

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?

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.

What if I fall? Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?

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.

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.

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.

Her soul is a kaliedoscope Bursting with every shade and hue But shift your gaze ever so slightly And she's something entirely new.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

What if I fall? Oh, but darling, what if you fly?

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

What if I fall?" Oh but my darling, What if you fly?

If one of the things you believe in, Is that this world's an ugly place, You must have never gone outside at, And stared up into space, You haven't felt the way the air changes, In the minutes before it rains, Or watched the world pass by below, Out the window of a plane, You've never been awake so early, That you see the moment the sun starts to rise, And you've never lain with your back on the grass, And made shapes with the clouds in the sky, But maybe if you've done all this, But still don't believe it's not true, It's because you can't see all the beauty, That I see when I look at you" ~e.h.

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.

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.

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.

what if I fall? oh, my darling, but if you fly?

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.

Do you remember the night the moon dropped from the sky? And we ran through the forest to find where it lie, I was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow, You were holding my hand sayig not to let go, When we found it at last there were twings in our hair, A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air, And the words to describe it got caught in our throats, As its silver light danced through the threads of our coats, We knew that our eyes had not seen such a view, You were looking at it, I was looking at you.

-What if I fall? -Oh but darling, what if you fly? E.H.

What if I fall? Oh but what if you fly?

Maybe you have to know the darkness to truly appreciate the light.”—Madeline L’Engle “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 “Break the rules. That’s my number one rule. I know the rules [of grammar] and I know how to break them.” “Only I can change my life. No one can do it for me.” – Carol Burnett “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.” - Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

What if I fall?" Oh, but my darling, What if you fly?

You are not your age Nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight, Or the colour of your hair. You are not your name, Or the dimples in your cheeks, You are all the books you read, And all the words you speak, You are your croaky morning voice, And all the smiles you try to hide, You're the sweetness in your laughter, And every tear you've cried. You're the songs you sing so loudly, When you know you are all alone, You're the places that you've been to, And the one that you call home, You're the things that you believe in, And the people that you love, You are the photos in your bedroom, And the future you dream of. You are made of so much beauty, But it seems that you forgot, When you decided that you were defined, By all the things you are not

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

People aren't against you, They're for themselves.

People aren't against you; they're for themselves.

Heaven isnt my place, neither is hell. I have no place, except the death that's awaiting me

you keep a lot to yourself because its difficult to find someone who understands

People aren't against you; they're just for themselves.

You ask “What if I fall?” Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?

And you ask "what if I fall?" Oh but my darling, what if you fly?

Be a good person but don´t waste time trying to prove it

...Don't mark me with your footprints, if you plan to leave to soon and only wants to know me when my plants are all in bloom. Because the birdsong my be pretty, but it's not for you that they sing and if you think my winter's too cold. You don't deserve my spring.

We knew that our eyes had not seen such a view, You were looking at it, I was looking at you.