I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go. — Jean Rhys Child Copy Share Image
She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other. — Jean Rhys Lover Copy Share Image
“If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic.” — Jean Rhys Hell Copy Share Image
“Satin skin, silk hair, velvet eyes, sawdust heart - all complete.” — Jean Rhys Beauty Copy Share Image
“I can't sleep,' he said. 'Let me lie with my head on your silver breast.” — Jean Rhys Sleep Copy Share Image
“She lifted her eyes. Blank, lovely eyes. Mad eyes. A mad girl.” — Jean Rhys Lovely eyes Copy Share Image
“Everything in their whole bloody world is a cliché. Everything is born out of a cliché, rests on a cliché, survives by… — Jean Rhys Cliche Copy Share Image
“Quite alone. No voice, no touch, no hand…How long must I lie here? For ever? No, only for a couple of hundred… — Jean Rhys Alone 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
Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to… — Jean Rhys Beautiful Copy Share Image
“We'll put Mado on the joy wheel, and watch her being banged about a bit. Well, she ought to amuse us sometimes;… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her. — Jean Rhys Life Copy Share Image
He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy… — Jean Rhys Emotion Copy Share Image
The woman had a humble, cringing manner. Of course, she had discovered that, having neither money nor virtue, she had better be… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“THe room was large and low-ceilinged, the striped wallpaper faded to inoffensiveness. A huge dark wardrobe faced a huge dark bed. The… — Jean Rhys Dark Copy Share Image
She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to… — Jean Rhys Book Copy Share Image
“When I was out on the battlements it was cool and I could hardly hear them. I sat there quietly. I don't… — Jean Rhys Fire 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
“Justice," she said. " I've heard that word. It's a cold world. I tried it out," she said, still speaking in that… — Jean Rhys Cold world 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
“She watched through a slight mist a party of people who had just come into the restaurant, the movements of arms taking… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and… — Jean Rhys Hatred Copy Share Image
But why do you want to talk to me?' He is going to say: 'Because you look so kind,' or 'Because you… — Jean Rhys Beautiful Copy Share Image
Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights. Since I was born,… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“Is it true,’ she said, ‘that England is like a dream? Because one of my friends who married an Englishman wrote and… — Jean Rhys Big city Copy Share Image
“Do not be sad. Or think Adieu. Never Adieu. We will watch the sun set again - many times, and perhaps we'll… — Jean Rhys Adieu 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 Dreams Copy Share Image
“I took another road, past the old sugar works and the water wheel that had not turned for years. I went to… — Jean Rhys Ants Copy Share Image
“All that is left in the world is an enormous machine, made of white steel. It has innumerable flexible arms, made of… — Jean Rhys Computers Copy Share Image
“Very soon she'll join all the others who know the secret and will not tell it. Or cannot. Or try and fail… — Jean Rhys Insanity Copy Share Image
