I Hated The Mountains And The Hills,

Jean Rhys

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. i hated the sunsets of whatever colour, i hated its beauty and its magic and the secret i would never know. i hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. above all i hated her. for she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. she had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what i had lost before i found it.