But hands are sacred things. Touch is personal, fingers of love, feelers of blind eyes, tongues of those who cannot talk…
— Keri Hulme, from “The Bone People” (via weissewiese)
You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame; how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?
— Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via bleakismyfavouritecliche)
