Jean Rhys Quotes

I'm as cruel as life. As cruel as love.

If the eyes are the window to your soul open eyes bring the cold.

And that's when she put her book down. And looked at me. And said it: "Life isn't fair, Bill. we tell our children that it is, but it's a terrible thing to do. It's not only a lie, it's a cruel lie. Life is not fair, and it never has been, and it's never going to be.

Life isn't fair," he said, in his undisguised voice, and for once the Baudelaire orphans agreed with every word the man said.

When the fire goes out, you'll start feeling the cold. You'll wake up whether you want to or not.

In this world, only winter is certain

How remorseless life is!

But don't think that it's a system or a culture or a state or a person that does the letting down. It's our expectations that let us down. It begins in the warmth of the womb and the discovery that it's cold outside. But it's not the cold's fault that it's cold.

The most heartbreaking things are the ones that are sometimes the truest.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

The days of idealism had gone. Only life was left.

It is impossible, to me at least, to be poetical in cold weather.

Alas! fond child, How are thy thoughts beguil'd To hope for honey from a nest of wasps? Thou may'st as well Go seek for ease in hell, Or sprightly nectar from the mouths of asps. The world's a hive, From whence thou canst derive No good, but what thy soul's vexation brings: But case thou meet Some petty-petty sweet, Each drop is guarded with a thousand stings.

Truth is not always a pleasant thing.

There weren’t any fairy tales in the streets around me. If there was ever a Cinderella, her glass slippers shattered under her weight and she limped home bleeding from the ball.

Some truth has no nourishment in it.

I think that one should recognize reality even when one doesn't like it; indeed, especially when one doesn't like it.

If it’s zero degrees outside today and it’s supposed to be twice as cold tomorrow, how cold is it going to be?

I will have to rely on that painful teacher, experience.

Homely truth is unpalatable.

The experience of life is very bitter. it is sweet only in imagination. In its reality it is very bitter. He escaped from the palace and the women and the riches and the luxury and everything.

A bitter jest, when it comes too near the truth, leaves a sharp sting behind it.

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

COLD. Healthier than heat.