After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie Quotes

“Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“It was the darkness that got you. It was heavy darkness, greasy and compelling. It made walls round you, and shut you in so that you felt like you could not breathe.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“The last time you were happy about nothing; the first time you were afraid about nothing. Which came first?”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“If all good, respectable people had one face, I'd spit in it.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“You surpise me, because people nearly always force you to ask, don't they?”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“What you take to be hyprocrisy is sometimes a certain caution, sometimes genuine, though ponderous, childish, sometimes a mixture of both.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“She haunted him, as an ungenerous action haunts one.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“She was a shadow, kept alive by a flame of hatred for somebody who had long ago forgotten all about her.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“I wanted it-like iron.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“There was a vase of flame-coloured tulips in the hall - surely the most graceful of flowers. Some thrust their heads forward like snakes, and some were very erect, stiff, virginal, rather prim. Some were dying, with curved grace in their death.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“She found pleasure in memories, as an old woman might have done.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“The car stopped. Everybody walked in a short procession up to the chapel of the Crematorium, where a clergyman with very bright blue yes was waiting. That was a dream, too, but a painful dream, because she was obsessed with the feeling that she was so close to seeing the thing that was behind all this talking and posturing, and that the talking and posturing were there to prevent her from seeing it. Now it's time to get up; now it's time to kneel down; now it's time to stand up.
But all the time she stood, knelt, and listened she was tortured because her brain was making a huge effort to grapple with nothingness. And the effort hurt; yet it was almost successful. In another minute she would know. And then a dam inside her head burst, and she leant her head on her arms and sobbed.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“This was the affair which had ended quietly and decently, without fuss or scenes or hysteria. When you were nineteen, and it was the first time you had been let down, you did not make scenes. You felt as if your back was broken, as if you would never move again. But you did not make a scene. That started later on, when the same thing had happened five or six times over, and you were supposed to be getting used to it.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“Darling.' She said 'darling' with her lips, but her heart was dead.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“But what if it were heaven when she got there?”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“All through the meal Mr Horsfield talked without thinking of what he was saying. He was full of an absurd feeling of expectancy.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“Because he has money he's a kind of god. Because I have none I'm a kind of worm. A worm because I've failed and I have no money. A worm because I'm not even sure if I hate you.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“ 'The fact is,' said Norah, 'that there's something wrong with our family. We're soft, or lazy, or something.' ”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“Norah herself was labelled for all to see. She was labelled 'Middle class, no money.' Hardly enough to keep herself in clean linen. And yet, scrupulously, fiercly clean, but with all the daintiness and prettiness perforce cut out. Everything about her betrayed the woman who has been brought up to certain tastes, then left without the money to gratify them; trained to certain opinions which forbid her even the relief of rebellion against her lot; yet holding desperately to both her tastes and opinions.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“She had a sweet voice, a voice with a warm and tender quality. This was strange, because her face was cold, as though warmth and tenderness were dead in her.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“An anxious expression spread over his face as he thought to himself that the time was coming when he would have to give up this comfort, and then that comfort, until God knew what would be the end of it all. In this way he was an imaginative man, and when these fits of foreboding overcame him he genuinely forgot that only a succession of highly improbable catastrophes could reduce him to the penury he so feared.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie

“She was certainly rather drunk. Her eyes were fixed as if upon some far-off point. She seemed to be contemplating a future at once monotonous and insecure with an indifference which was after all a sort of hard-won courage.”
― Jean Rhys, After Leaving Mr. Mackenzie