You are not separate from the whole. You are one with the sun, the earth, the air. You don’t have a life. You are life.
— Eckhart Tolle (via tea-storm)
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter’s evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.
— Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (via theshoreandthesea)