For the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either give or take sympathy--even some of the bitter and dangerous voluptuousness of misery. Jean Rhys More Quotes by Jean Rhys More Quotes From Jean Rhys Sometimes the Earth trembles; sometimes you can feel it breathe. Jean Rhys breathe earth sometimes Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living. Jean Rhys illusion able goes-on I long to be ... Like Other People! The extraordinary, ungetatable, oddly cruel Other People, with their way of wantonly hurting and then accusing you of being thin-skinned, sulky, vindictive or ridiculous. Jean Rhys hurt long people Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment. Jean Rhys melancholy life-is sometimes I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness. Jean Rhys lioness circus No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us...a difficult moment when you are out of practice - a moment that makes you go cold, cold and wary. Jean Rhys sentimental practice past Every word I say has chains round its ankles; every thought I think is weighted with heavy weights. Jean Rhys ankles weight thinking I'm no use to anybody,' I say. 'I'm a cérébrale, can't you see that?' Thinking how funny a book would be, called 'Just a Cérébrale or You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming'. Only, of course, to be accepted as authentic, to carry any conviction, it would have to be written by a man. What a pity, what a pity! Jean Rhys dream men book A room? A nice room? A beautiful room? A beautiful room with bath? Swing high, swing low, swing to and fro...This happened and that happened... And then the days came and I was alone. Jean Rhys swings nice beautiful You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth. Jean Rhys imagine mirrors thinking I want more of this feeling - fire and wings. Jean Rhys fire feelings wings I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it. Jean Rhys sunset rain rivers Life if curious when reduced to its essentials Jean Rhys curious essentials ifs She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it. Jean Rhys longing thirsty would-be And then the days came when I was alone. Jean Rhys If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic. Jean Rhys hell magic heaven There is always the other side, always. Jean Rhys sides She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. The only difficulty was that after finishing the last sentence she was left with a feeling at once hollow and uncomfortably full. Exactly like indigestion. Jean Rhys reading giving book Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes. Jean Rhys my-heart eye heart I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go. Jean Rhys hurt healing children
