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
In youth the human body drew me and was the object of my secret and natural dreams. But body after body has taken away from me that sensual phosphorescence which my youth delighted in. Within me is no disturbing interplay now, but only the steady currents of adaptation and of sympathy. – Haniel Long