Once a person gave his talent to the world, the world put a stamp upon it. The talent was not a personal… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
Looking from the window at the fantastic light and colour of my glittering fairy-world of fact that holds no tenderness, no quietude,… — 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
I believe there is a theory that men and women emerge finer and stronger after suffering, an that to advance in this… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
I would not be young again, if you offered me the world. But then I'm prejudiced.' 'You talk,' I said, 'as if… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
He was like someone sleeping who woke suddenly and found the world...all the beauty of it, and the sadness too. The hunger… — 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
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
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
