The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first? — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies. — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
And I saw that all my life I had known that this was going to happen, and that I'd been afraid for… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“It's funny when you feel as if you don't want anything more in your life except to sleep, or else to lie… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
For the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“As for her, I'd forgotten her for the moment. So I shall never understand why, suddenly, bewilderingly, I was certain that everything… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“She was certainly rather drunk. Her eyes were fixed as if upon some far-off point. She seemed to be contemplating a future… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“An anxious expression spread over his face as he thought to himself that the time was coming when he would have to… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“They touch life with gloves on. They're pretending about something all the time. Pretending quite nice and decent things, of course. But… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
If she says goodbye perhaps adieu. Adieu - like those old time songs she sang. Always adieu (and all songs say it).… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
I watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“But I went on thinking about false teeth, and then about piano-keys and about that time the blind man from Martinique came… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“The car stopped. Everybody walked in a short procession up to the chapel of the Crematorium, where a clergyman with very bright… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living. — Jean Rhys Copy Share
As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you… — Jean Rhys Copy Share
Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view. — Jean Rhys Copy Share
“THe room was large and low-ceilinged, the striped wallpaper faded to inoffensiveness. A huge dark wardrobe faced a huge dark bed. The rest of… — Jean Rhys Copy Share
There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating. — Jean Rhys Copy Share
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon. — Jean Rhys Copy Share
“But in the daytime it was all right. And when you'd had a drink you knew it was the best way to live in… — Jean Rhys Copy Share
“You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And you know… — Jean Rhys Copy Share
“She spent the foggy day in endless, aimless walking, for it seemed to her that if she moved quickly enough she would escape the… — Jean Rhys Copy Share
But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad,… — Jean Rhys Copy Share
She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. The… — Jean Rhys Copy Share
