When I look back, it was the people I cared about most deeply, that ended up hurting me the most. Makes me wonder, though. Is it really because they gave me the greater scars? Or did I inflict the pain upon myself by naively expecting that they, of all people, wouldn’t be bad to me?
Tablo

But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk…
Keri Hulme

The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.
Socrates