I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.
— Austen, Jane. Sense and Sensibility. (via wordsnquotes)
Come to the woods for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods.
— John Muir (via cosmofilius)