over the hills and far away

The best teacher is experience and not through someone’s distorted point of view

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive.

Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

How could I tell them that my knowing was the knowing that the substance of my bones and their bones and the bones of dead men in the earth of rain at night is the common individual substance that is everlasting tranquil and blissful.

Hollow Hills - Bauhaus

I don’t know how to explain it, but I see that you are absolutely genuine and, therefore, you are right.

I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.