I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and one that is broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. – Jean Rhys
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. – Jean Rhys
I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men — at least they can cry. – Jean Rhys
