"Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions—a walk, a talk, solitude in one’s own orchard—can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger’s-breadth from goodness."
-Virginia Woolf, Montaigne (via rainysolitude)
reblogged from the-little-deer
originally posted by fuckyeahvirginiawoolf
posted on November 11, 2012