Mohamed

“There is a sadness at the back of life which some people do not attempt to mitigate. Entirely aware of their own standing in the shadow, and yet alive to every tremor and gleam of existence, there they endure.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader

“And the terrible thing, the terrible thing is, but the good thing too, the saving grace, is that if something happened to one of us--excuse me for saying this--but if something happened to one of us tomorrow, I think the other one, the other person, would grieve for a while, you know, but then the surviving party would go out and love again, have someone else soon enough. All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory.”
― Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love

“She was writing for everybody, for nobody, for our age, for her own...”
― Virginia Woolf, The Common Reader

“And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way