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
A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is. — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room. — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“There is a porter at the door and at the reception-desk a grey-haired woman and a sleek young man. 'I want a… — 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
