“They were all fitting into place, the jig-saw pieces. The odd strained shapes that I had tried to piece together with my… — Daphne Du Maurier Copy Share Image
“I found this hardly comforting, and wondered if there was not some virtue in the quality of insincerity.” — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“It seemed incredible to me now that I had never understood. I wondered how many people there were in the world who… — 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 had build up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the… — 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 was not staring at her anymore. He was still. He had gone. The moment of truth had vanished forever, and she… — 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
