The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating. — Jean Rhys 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 Copy Share Image
“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 Image
Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment. — 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 you know… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“She spent the foggy day in endless, aimless walking, for it seemed to her that if she moved quickly enough she would escape the fear that hunted her. It was a vague and shadowy fear of something cruel and stupid that had caught her and would never let her go. She had always known that it was there - hidden… — Jean Rhys Copy Share
