Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind. — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
I had build up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“It is strange how in moments of great crisis the mind whips back to childhood.” — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“But you know the old saying? Out of sight, out of mind. If people aren't there to be talked about the talk… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“Who will ever know your heart, who will ever know your mind? You have that fatal quality of silence – of a… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Happiness happens when you fit with your life, when you fit so harmoniously that whatsoever you are doing is your joy. Happiness… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“Contentment is a state of mind and body when the two work in harmony, and there is no friction. The mind is… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“He looked down at me without recognition, and I realized with a little stab of anxiety that he must have forgotten all… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“For love, as she knew it now, was something without shame and without reserve, the possession of two people who had no… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“I might say that we have paid for freedom. But I have had enough melodrama in this life, and would willingly give… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“My realisation that all I had ever done in life, not only in France but in England also, was to watch people,… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“What trail of thought, confused and indirect, drove through those minds of theirs, to cloud their judgement? What waves of impulse swept… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
But I have had enough melodrama in this life, and would willingly give my five senses if they could ensure us our… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“I was following a phantom in my mind, whose shadowy form had taken shape at last. Her features were blurred, her coloring… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“...are you happy?" "I am content." "What is the difference?" "Between happiness and contentment? Ah, there you have me. It is not… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
He lacked tenderness; he was rude; and he had more than a streak of cruelty in him; he was a thief and a liar.… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
“You understand now... how simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten.” — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
I could fight with the living but I could not fight the dead. If there was some woman in London that Maxim loved, someone… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
“The only time I got into trouble was when I forged M's signature on the weekly report we had to take home every Friday… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
“They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
“We all of us have our particular devil who ruses us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.” — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
“There have been men in arid deserts where the sun has so disfigured them that they have become things of horror – parched and… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
“Packing up. The nagging worry of departure. When shutting drawers and flinging wide an hotel wardrobe, or the impersonal shelves of a furnished villa,… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
“And perhaps one day, in after years, someone would wander there and listen to the silence, as she had done, and catch the whisper… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
“You thought I was mad. Perhaps I was. Perhaps I am. It doesn't make for sanity, does it, living with the devil.” — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
“many impressions to seize and hold, familiar loved façades, balconies, windows, water lapping the cellar steps of decaying palaces, the little red house where… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share
