Jem was safe from her, and he would ride away with a song on his lips and a laugh at her expense,… — 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
... and through it all and afterwards they would be together, making their own world where nothing mattered but the things they… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
The urge to climb will never be explained. In olden days, perhaps it was a wish to reach the stars. Today, anyone… — 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
