“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
“Roger left the cricket stumps and they went into the drawing room. Grandpapa, at the first suggestion of reading aloud, had disappeared,… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“The peace of Manderley. The quietude and the grace. Whoever lived within its walls, whatever trouble there was and strife, however much… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“You have qualities that are just as important, far more so, in fact. It's perhaps cheeky of me to say so, I… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“I want to see the Parthenon by moonlight.' I had my way. They floodlight it now, to great advantage I am told,… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
He was like someone sleeping who woke suddenly and found the world...all the beauty of it, and the sadness too. The hunger… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“And this then, that I am feeling now, is the hell that comes with love, the hell and the damnation and the… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“She had beauty that endured, and a smile that was not forgotten. Somewhere her voice still lingered, and the memory of her… — 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 Image
“You understand now... how simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten.” — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
