229 Quotes by Jean Rhys

There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating.

before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.

very few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside they are the same.

The woman had a humble, cringing manner. Of course, she had discovered that, having neither money nor virtue, she had better be humble if she knew what was good for her.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.

If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.

I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.