Jean Rhys
@msjeanrhys.bsky.social
Daily quotes from the author of Wide Sargasso Sea, Good Morning, Midnight etc. "If I could choose, I would rather be happy than write." Dead since 1979.
Planning it all out. Eating. A movie. Eating again.
November 26, 2025 at 6:43 AM
Planning it all out. Eating. A movie. Eating again.
It is cold and dark outside, and everything has gone out of me except misery.
November 24, 2025 at 9:01 PM
It is cold and dark outside, and everything has gone out of me except misery.
Writers have a tough time and nobody likes them either! Till they are dead. Then they become quite respectable and useful.
November 23, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Writers have a tough time and nobody likes them either! Till they are dead. Then they become quite respectable and useful.
I have never thought about my readers. They're sheep. Sweet. I appreciate them. But they're sheep, they follow after.
November 22, 2025 at 9:59 AM
I have never thought about my readers. They're sheep. Sweet. I appreciate them. But they're sheep, they follow after.
I was always happy in the morning, not always in the afternoon and never after sunset.
November 21, 2025 at 6:24 AM
I was always happy in the morning, not always in the afternoon and never after sunset.
Haven't touched a drop for a month. Won't it be fine when I do.
November 20, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Haven't touched a drop for a month. Won't it be fine when I do.
We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were.
November 19, 2025 at 8:58 AM
We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were.
I think one ought to keep a beloved dress, because it's like diamonds - for ever and will surely come round again. cc @helenbarrett.bsky.social
November 17, 2025 at 7:24 AM
I think one ought to keep a beloved dress, because it's like diamonds - for ever and will surely come round again. cc @helenbarrett.bsky.social
When I read Jane Eyre as a child, I thought, why should she think Creole women are lunatics and all that? She seemed such a poor ghost. I thought I'd try to write her a life.
November 12, 2025 at 7:00 AM
When I read Jane Eyre as a child, I thought, why should she think Creole women are lunatics and all that? She seemed such a poor ghost. I thought I'd try to write her a life.
He rose, shook himself, and thus disturbed in his musings, lamented: ‘Oh, God! How I hate women who write! How I hate them!’ in an agreeable voice.
November 11, 2025 at 1:02 PM
He rose, shook himself, and thus disturbed in his musings, lamented: ‘Oh, God! How I hate women who write! How I hate them!’ in an agreeable voice.
The monotonous buzz of conversation began again.
November 10, 2025 at 6:27 AM
The monotonous buzz of conversation began again.
I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds - with God's help I catch some.
November 9, 2025 at 11:39 AM
I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds - with God's help I catch some.
Nothing for it now but the midnight train to Brussels and a very thin time indeed.
November 8, 2025 at 6:00 PM
Nothing for it now but the midnight train to Brussels and a very thin time indeed.
I long to be like Other People! The extraordinary, ungetatable, oddly cruel Other People accusing you of being thin-skinned, sulky, vindictive or ridiculous.
November 7, 2025 at 10:41 AM
I long to be like Other People! The extraordinary, ungetatable, oddly cruel Other People accusing you of being thin-skinned, sulky, vindictive or ridiculous.
What do I care about anything when I can lie on the bed and pull the past over me like a blanket?
November 6, 2025 at 10:07 AM
What do I care about anything when I can lie on the bed and pull the past over me like a blanket?
But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.
November 5, 2025 at 7:36 AM
But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.
Now I am almost as wary of books as I am of people. They are also capable of hurting you, pushing you into the limbo of the forgotten ... When there are so many all saying the same thing they can shout you down and make you doubt, not only your memory, but your senses.
November 3, 2025 at 8:50 AM
Now I am almost as wary of books as I am of people. They are also capable of hurting you, pushing you into the limbo of the forgotten ... When there are so many all saying the same thing they can shout you down and make you doubt, not only your memory, but your senses.
Twelve o'clock on a fine autumn day, and nothing to worry about. Some money to spend and nothing to worry about.
November 2, 2025 at 12:46 PM
Twelve o'clock on a fine autumn day, and nothing to worry about. Some money to spend and nothing to worry about.
It's funny how well you can remember when you lie in the dark with your arm over your forehead. Two eyes open inside your head.
November 1, 2025 at 4:38 PM
It's funny how well you can remember when you lie in the dark with your arm over your forehead. Two eyes open inside your head.
A zombie is a dead person who seems to be alive or a living person who is dead. A zombie can also be the spirit of a place, usually malignant. A zombie can take the appearance of anyone. Or anything … and that’s what I feel like!
October 31, 2025 at 6:35 PM
A zombie is a dead person who seems to be alive or a living person who is dead. A zombie can also be the spirit of a place, usually malignant. A zombie can take the appearance of anyone. Or anything … and that’s what I feel like!
Drown me in sleep. And soon.
October 30, 2025 at 1:56 PM
Drown me in sleep. And soon.
The mechanism of her brain got to work with a painful jerk and begin to tick in time with the clock.
October 29, 2025 at 8:51 AM
The mechanism of her brain got to work with a painful jerk and begin to tick in time with the clock.
All the worst mistakes have started because out of a weak futile conceited gutless desire to please I've done something I didn't want to do.
October 28, 2025 at 11:46 AM
All the worst mistakes have started because out of a weak futile conceited gutless desire to please I've done something I didn't want to do.
I don't mind about being laughed at any more. Isn't it funny? Probably I'm being hated instead.
October 27, 2025 at 9:33 AM
I don't mind about being laughed at any more. Isn't it funny? Probably I'm being hated instead.