Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind. — 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
She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live. — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“I love the stillness of a room, after a party. The chairs are moved, the cushions disarranged, everything is there to show… — 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
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
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 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
