Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
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leaving mr. mackenzie by jean rhys
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The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.
Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark
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The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.
Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark
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The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.
Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark
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[…] and you bewitch with her. She is in your blood and your bones. By night and by day.
Jean Rhys, from ‘Wide Sargasso Sea’
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Everything tender and melancholy – as life is sometimes, just for one moment.
Jean Rhys from Good Morning, Midnight
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I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.
Jean Rhys
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"I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and wanted to be always alone."
- Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
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According to my mother i started saying “i love you” when i was barely 3 years old. Mostly when it was bedtime i think I confused it with “goodbye” or maybe with “I really wanna see you when I wake up again”.
I still do, love confuses me or maybe i confuse it ?
Love…
Endearing in its ideation, Infuriating however it falls on the human race.
I’m not good with love, nor in love and I doubt i can be around it.
I admire it, i do. I think about it, I write about it
But I’m never in the same page with myself when it comes to it. So we came to an agreement: one rule : never reach out to touch.
I’m lovable, that much I know…
But my love is only a reaction that’s is equal in force to the curse of my existence…
And so is my creativity, the restriction of my melancholy.
My spilled poems… my aborted children don’t resent me dear ones, i had no choice, but to give birth.
I have no rights.
Do you still want to talk about love ?
Once, i asked my mother: "Mama, do you remember what was the first thing you said to me when I was born?"
She said “you're going to be so loved”.
I think she cursed me with love…
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•Quotes: Fyodor Dostoevsky/Friedrich Nietzsche/Jean Rhys/ Maya Angelo /Franz kafka/ Louis Tomlinson/Albert Camus/ Michael Ondaatje/Louis Tomlinson/ Anne Sexton.
•Original context: Sinligh
•Art reference:
1. Scott Noel, Telemachus and the Sirens. 2. philip geiger - hidell brooks gallery. 3. Albert Maignan Death of William the Conqueror, 1885. 4. Charles Pfahl Sunday Times. 5. Art by Brooke Shaden. 6. Art by Edwin Georgi
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The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.
Jean Rhys
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Nights and days and days and nights, hundreds of them slipping through my fingers.
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
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If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best. But first, first I will destroy your hatred. Now. My hate is colder, stronger, and you’ll have no hate to warm yourself. You will have nothing.
Jean Rhys, from Wide Sargasso Sea, 1966
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You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world
Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
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