“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… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone. — 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
“The soft humidity of the evening, so pleasant to walk about in earlier, had turned to rain. The strolling tourists had melted… — 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
“She had contemplated life so long it had become indifferent to her.” — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“There is no going back in life, no return, no second chance. I cannot call back the spoken word or the accomplished… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
There is no going back in life. There is no return. No second chance. — 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 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
What about the hero of The House on the Strand? What did it mean when he dropped the telephone at the end… — 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
“Tact was a quality unknown to her, discretion too, and because gossip was the breath of life to her this stranger must… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“Truth was something intangible, unseen, which sometimes we stumbled upon and did not recognize, but was found, and held, and understood only… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“I am probably a dull man. Emotionally I have had no complications. I was engaged to a pretty girl, a neighbor, when… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“It's funny, I thought, how the routine of life goes on, whatever happens; we do the same things, go through the little… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
...the routine of life goes on, whatever happens, we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing.… — 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
I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular… — 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
