“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
“A cloud, hitherto unseen, came upon the moon, and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face.The illusion went with… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“No.” Monsieur Ledru mused, as though he had but half heard. Then with a start: “Oh, but most certainly not. No, it… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
[Referring to the birds:] Nat listened to the tearing sound of splintering wood, and wondered how many million years of memory were… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got… — 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