Jean Rhys Quotes

The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!

But who could bear to know which stars were already dead, she thought, blinking up at the night sky; could anybody stand to know that they all were?

The idea of forever is kind of ridiculous, which is unfortunate because it's kind of a nice thing to say, you know. I think it softens the blow of mortality and having to say goodbye to everything you know and everyone you love and all that kind of thing.

There is nothing glamorous about death.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now.

When it gets dark enough you can see the stars.

You cannot look up at the night sky on the Planet Earth and not wonder what it's like to be up there amongst the stars. And I always look up at the moon and see it as the single most romantic place within the cosmos.

Death is an art, you know.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death! Shall light thy dark up like a Star. A Beacon kindling from afar Our light of love and fainting faith.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Above, the stars shone hard and bright, sparks struck off the dark skin of the universe.

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone.

I will be dust, but dust in love

The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure, The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure; The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining, So why go a-roaming? O! Tra-la-la-lally Come back to the Valley.

Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

Love is transient even on a very personal level. We lose everyone that we love. Sometimes we drift apart and sometimes we die.

The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.

Everything comes to an end, only objects are left to pine in the dark.

The moon was a sharply defined crescent and the sky was perfectly clear. The stars shone with such fierce, contained brilliance that it seemed absurd to call the night dark.