At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.
Jean RhysOne realized all sorts of things. The value of an illusion, for instance, and that the shadow can be more important than the substance. All sorts of things.
Jean RhysTags: illusion shadow value importance substance
If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.
Jean RhysIf I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic.
Jean RhysBut in the daytime it was all right. And when you'd had a drink you knew it was the best way to live in the world because anything might happen. I don't know how people live when they know exactly what's going to happen to them each day.
Jean RhysNow, money, for the night is coming. Money for my hair, money for my teeth, money for shoes that won't deform my feet (it's not so easy now to walk around in cheap shoes with very high heels), money for good clothes, money, money. The night is coming.
Jean RhysI sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.
Jean RhysShe lifted her eyes. Blank, lovely eyes. Mad eyes. A mad girl.
Jean RhysHave all beautiful things sad destinies?
Jean RhysTags: beauty sad destiny question beautiful
The house was burning, the yellow-red sky was like the sunset...Nothing would be left, the golden ferns and the silver ferns, the orchids, the ginger lilies and the roses...When they had finished, there would be nothing left but blackened walls and the mounting stone. That was always left. That could not be stolen or burned.
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