Karam Atrache

“In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.”
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

“But our hatred is almost indistinguishable from our love.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Among the tortures and devestations of life is this
then - our friends are not able to finish their stories.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I observed with disillusioned clarity the despicable nonentity of the street; its porches; its window curtains; the drab clothes, the cupidity and complacency of shopping women; and old men taking the air in comforters; the caution of people crossing; the universal determination to go on living, when really, fools and gulls that you are, I said, any slate may fly from a roof, any car may swerve, for there is neither rhyme nor reason when a drunk man staggers about with a club in his hand - that is all.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves