“I got quite used to changing that cheque, because you can get used to anything. You think: I'll never do that; and… — Jean Rhys Change Copy Share Image
I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now. — Jean Rhys Life Copy Share Image
I must write. If I stop writing my life will have been an abject failure. It is that already to other people.… — Jean Rhys Death Copy Share Image
Would you like a whiskey?' I say. 'I've got some.' (That's original. I bet nobody's ever thought of that way of bridging… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“Only seven or eight, and yet she knew so exactly how to be cruel and who it was safe to be cruel… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found… — 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 Beautiful Copy Share Image
“What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.” — Jean Rhys Caution Copy Share Image
“It was as if a curtain had fallen, hiding everything I had ever known. It was almost like being born again. The… — Jean Rhys Darkness 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 Adieu Copy Share Image
It was like letting go and falling back into water and seeing yourself grinning up through the water, your face like a… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky. And then there… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
Stephan was secretive and a liar, but he was a very gentle and expert lover. She was the petted, cherished child, the… — 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 Dreams Copy Share Image
“And I’ll look back at him because I shan’t be able to help it, remembering about being young, and about being made… — Jean Rhys Afraid of death Copy Share Image
When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
I have been here five days. I have decided on a place to eat in at midday, a place to eat in… — Jean Rhys Dinner Copy Share Image
Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book. — Jean Rhys Baby Copy Share Image
The perpetual hunger to be beautiful and that thirst to be loved which is the real curse of Eve. — Jean Rhys Beautiful Copy Share Image
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we're for the dark So soon, so soon. — Jean Rhys Astronomy Copy Share Image
Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights. — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed. — Jean Rhys Brain Copy Share Image
It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them? — Jean Rhys Clothes Copy Share Image
“He says: ‘it doesn’t matter. What I know is that I could do this with you’ — he makes a movement with… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
Not that she objected to solitude. Quite the contrary. She had books, thank Heaven, quantities of books. All sorts of books. — Jean Rhys Book Copy Share Image
I took the red dress down and put it against myself. 'Does it make me look intemperate and unchaste?' I said. — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I… — 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 Cold Copy Share Image
“...her waist goes in , her hips come out, her long black hair is coiled into a smooth bun on the top… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life. — Jean Rhys Bugs Copy Share Image
...I know all about myself now, I know. You've told me so often. You haven't left me one rag of illusion to… — Jean Rhys Illusion Copy Share Image
All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person. — Jean Rhys Book Copy Share Image
Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a… — Jean Rhys Human beings Copy Share Image
A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“But they left their treasure, gold and more gold. Some of it is found- but the finders never tell, because you see… — Jean Rhys Treasure 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 Courage Copy Share Image
“They think in terms of a sentimental ballad. And that's what terrifies you about them. It isn't their cruelty, it isn't even… — Jean Rhys Cliche 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
