18 Quotes by Anna Kamienska

Tell me what’s the differencebetween hope and waitingbecause my heart doesn’t knowIt constantly cuts itself on the glass of waitingIt constantly gets lost in the fog of hope

I write in order to comprehend, not to express myself.

We create eternity out of crumbs of time.

A whisper. To speak in a whisper. To whisper—like the sea.

Where your pain is, there your heart lies also.

I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

We cling to words like drowning men to straws. But still we drown, we drown.

This morning I suddenly catch myself: I’m not there, I’m so lost in thought, I don’t know what’s going on around me. Can you think yourself to death?

I have no talent. I write poems for myself, to think things through, that’s all.