“And oh, heaven - the crowded playhouse, the stench of perfume upon heated bodies, the silly laughter and the clatter, the party in the Royal box - the King himself present - the impatient crowd in the cheap seats stamping and shouting for the play to begin while they threw orange peel on to the stage.”
Daphne du Maurier“Women want love to be a novel, men a short story.”
Daphne du Maurier“Writers should be read - but neither seen nor heard.”
Daphne du Maurier“We can never go back again that much is certain. The past is still too close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again and that sense of fear of furtive unrest... might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before.”
Daphne du Maurier“She could not separate success from peace of mind. The two must go together.”
Daphne du Maurier“Happiness is not a possession to be prized it is a quality of thought a state of mind.”
Daphne du Maurier“Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard.”
Daphne du Maurier“Women want love to be a novel. Men, a short story.”
Daphne du Maurier“Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality.”
Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca“The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”
Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca“The sea, like a crinkled chart, spread to the horizon, and lapped the sharp outline of the coast, while the houses were white shells in a rounded grotto, pricked here and there by a great orange sun.”
Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca