What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours - that is what you must be able to attain.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (via stxxz)
I couldn’t live where there were no trees — something vital in me would starve.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams (via thelittlephilosopher)