Soon he'll come in again and kiss me, but differently. He'll be different and so I'll be different. It'll be different. I thought, 'It'll be different, different. It must be different.
Jean RhysFor the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either give or take sympathy--even some of the bitter and dangerous voluptuousness of misery.
Jean Rhysvery few people change after well say seven or seventeen. Not really. They get more this or more that and of course look a bit different. But inside they are the same.
Jean Rhys