Jean Rhys
Jean Rhys
Jean Rhys, CBE, born Ella Gwendolyn Rees Williams, was a mid-20th-century novelist who was born and grew up in the Caribbean island of Dominica, though she was mainly resident in England from the age of 16. She is best known for her novel Wide Sargasso Sea, written as a prequel to Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 August 1894
men want cry
I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men — at least they can cry.
And then the days came when I was alone.
littles
I have arranged my little life.
book reading giving
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.
dream dark london
London is like a cold dark dream sometimes.
running morning adventure
There is no doubt that running away on a fresh, blue morning can be exhilarating.
baby book strange
before I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.
change people different
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.
down-and awful bleeding
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.
mixtures sometimes genuine
What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.
people faces spit
If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.
hurt children healing
I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.
past bird helping
I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.
heaven magic hell
If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.