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Daphne Du Maurier Famous Quotes & Sayings
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The relief was tremendous. I did not feel sick anymore. The pain had gone...I had no idea I was so empty.
The fact that it's black transforms it. Has the same effect on women that black stockings have on men.
If you think I'm one of those people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong. I'm invariably ill-tempered in the early morning.
There was Manderley, our Manderley, secretive and silent as it had always been, the gray stone shining in the moonlight of my dream ...
Why this man should love that woman, what queer chemical mix-up in our blood draws us to one another, who can tell?
There was something rather blousy about roses in full bloom, something shallow and raucous, like women with untidy hair
But a lonely man is an unnatural man, and soon comes to perplexity. From perplexity to fantasy. From fantasy to madness.
Writing every book is like a purge; at the end of it one is empty ... like a dry shell on the beach, waiting for the tide to come in again.
Time could not wreck the perfect symmetry of those walls, nor the site itself, a jewel in the hollow of a hand.
Nature had come into her own again and, little by little, in her stealthy, insidious way had encroached upon the drive with long, tenacious fingers.
the rank and melancholy smell of charred wet wood and sodden leaves coming towards me on a wisp of air.
All whispers and echoes from a past that is gone teem into the sleeper's brain, and he is with them, and part of them.
I could not ask for forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.
Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.
A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.
There is no going back in life, no return, no second chance. I cannot call back the spoken word or the accomplished deed.
The house was a sepulcher, our fear and suffering lay buried in the ruins. There would be no resurrection.
Because I believe there is nothing so self-destroying, and no emotion quite so despicable, as jealousy.
I wonder ... when it was that the world first went amiss, and men forgot how to live and to love and to be happy.
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.
No person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places.
Come and see us if you feel like it,' she said. 'I always expect people to ask themselves. Life is too short to send out invitations.
He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.
An empty house can be as lonely as a full hotel" he said at length."The trouble is that it is less impersonal.
I had build up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the truth.
As I stood there,hushed and still,I could swear that the house was not an empty shell but lived and breathed as it had lived before.
You see,' she said, snapping the top, and walking down the stairs, 'you are so very different from Rebecca
Richard turned and saw me. And as he looked at me it was as if my whole heart moved over in my body and was mine no longer
I was like a little scrubby schoolboy with a passion for a sixth-form prefect, and he kinder, and far more inaccessible.
A man's jealousy is like a child's, fitful and foolish, without depth. A woman's jealousy is adult, which is very different.
Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?
One of my favorite first sentences of a
book is from Rebecca, Last night I dreamt
I went to Manderley again.
book is from Rebecca, Last night I dreamt
I went to Manderley again.
Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.
You have blotted out the past for me, far more effectively than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo.
But fate and circumstance had made me no more than a shadow in his life, a phantom of what might have been
With Rebecca we enter a world of dreams and daydreams, but they always threaten to tip over into nightmare.
We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.
I wanted to go back again, to recapture the moment that had gone, and then it came to me that if we did it would not be the same (...)
- because just by hating it's possible to be purified from love, just with the sword, with the fire..
The trouble is, walking in Venice becomes compulsive once you start. Just over the next bridge, you say, and then the next one beckons.