Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
— Rumi (via fernsandmoss)
Why should I be bothering myself with questions which shall eternally remain unanswered? How queer that wave of agony; melancholy paralyzing my senses, beautifully, yet for nothing.
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 5 July 1919. (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
