35 Quotes by Anna Jae

maar zij werdontheemdgeboren.

oh, how bitterhow bitter silentthe bewildered sorrowof a texture too thickto be brought outthrough the eyes.

But where did the storyteller go?The one whose words could sculptA verse that made everything else melt into sense.

That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.

I love it when there’s nothingLeft to see but tiny spots of what’s still lightStories piercing the night.

Such dreams provide this temporary illusion of a life that has meaning.

she tries to envision spaceeven with her eyes open

stilteisnooitleeg.

... listening to the silence together. If there’s any. I truly believe not so. I have never heard a silence. Have you? The world is filled with unspoken words. And that’s something different isn’t it.