“They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
No, Mary had no illusions about romance. Falling in love was a pretty name for it, that was all. — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Sometimes it’s a sort of indulgence to think the worst of ourselves. We say, ‘Now I have reached the bottom of the… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
When the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees? — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
We can see the film stars of yesterday in yesterday’s films, hear the voices of poest and singers on a record, keep… — 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
