229 Quotes by Jean Rhys

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.

My life, which seems so simple and monotonous, is really a complicated affair of cafés where they like me and cafés where they don't, streets that are friendly, streets that aren't, rooms where I might be happy, rooms where I shall never be, looking-glasses I look nice in, looking-glasses I don't, dresses that will be lucky, dresses that won't, and so on.

She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.

I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.

Next week, or next month, or next year I will kill myself. But I might as well last out my month's rent, which has been paid up ...

All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.

Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed. But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.

As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.