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
“First love is not always happy. It can sometimes be like a terrible illness.” — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“Why this man should love that woman, what queer chemical mix-up in our blood draws us to one another, who can tell?” — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Either you go to America with Mrs. Van Hopper or you come home to Manderley with me." "Do you mean you want… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“love was a thing of such simplicity once it was shared, and admitted, and done, with all the joy intensified and all… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“There was silence between them for moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a… — 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 am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“I wondered how it could be that two people who had loved could yet have such a misconception of each other and,… — 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. Jem Merlyn was… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“Until the moment of that dismissal with its reason given, he had received out of anywhere—or was it out of nowhere in… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“Had I known, that last hour sitting there, talking and laughing about trivial things, that there was a clot forming like a… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“We were dreamers, both of us, unpractical, reserved, full of great theories never put to test, and like all dreamers, asleep to… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“When Stephen talked about stalking chamois his whole expression changed. The features became more aquiline, the nose sharpened, the chin narrowed, and… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“...I will shed no more tears, like a spoilt child. For whatever happens we have had what we have had. No one… — 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 thought with pity of all the men and women who were not light-hearted when they loved, who were cold, who were… — 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
