If you think I'm one of the people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong. I'm invariably illtempered in the… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
no person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places. — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
I felt rather exhausted, and wondered, rather shocked at my callous thought, why old people were sometimes such a strain. Worse than… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
If you think I'm one of those people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong. I'm invariably ill-tempered in the… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
She had to live in this bright, red gabled house with the nurse until it was time for her to die... I… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
People who mattered could not take the humdrum world. But this was not the world, it was enchantment; and all of it… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Come and see us if you feel like it,' she said. 'I always expect people to ask themselves. Life is too short… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
I wondered how many people there were in the world who suffered, and continued to suffer, because they could not break out… — 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
