Jean Rhys Quotes

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better.

We're all alone in this world.

For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.

Moose had no friends that year. A lot of the time a moose would feel tired and lean against other moose. Only there wouldn't be moose there and the moose would fall.

... even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn’t the right word. What’s the word I’m wanting here? Lonely. That’s it. It was a little bit lonely.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

I knew I was alone in a way that no earthling has ever been before.

I think I should be here alone to rethink the world - I do. I want these lesser humans gone.

I've been in that angst of loneliness, where you're really alone in the universe, except for the dog.

Being alone on the moors is scary; as the rain clouds settle in, it makes you realise your place in nature.

Loneliness comes with life.

You reach out your hand, but you're all alone, in those time passages.

I am alone; I am always alone no matter what.

Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying?

I hate being alone, even for 10 minutes.

You can be much more alone with other people than you are by yourself. Even if it's people you love.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.

You are forever alone.

Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

There is no one looking out for us. We are all alone.

Maybe existence is ultimately a lonely thing.

Only the lonely know the way I feel tonight.

There's love, and certainly children you care about more than yourself. But nevertheless, we're alone in our heads.

This great misfortune - to be incapable of solitude.