“ You forget, those things were easy for me. I belonged to both of them. Niall pushed his cup back on the tray. What a bloody thing to say, he said, and he got up and lit another cigarette. Daphne du Maurier
“ Who will ever know your heart, who will ever know your mind? You have that fatal quality of silence – of a tight repression that suggests a hidden fire – yes, a burning fire unquenchable. Daphne du Maurier
“ When there’s a sudden silence, and nobody speaks, it means there’s an angel in the room, so Daphne du Maurier
“ We never knew the ordinary placid routine of child life, the settled home, the humdrum day by day. For if yesterday we were in London, tomorrow would be Paris, and the after-tomorrow, Rome. Daphne du Maurier
“ We had been careful, ever since the September decrees, to adopt the new courtesies. Monsieur and madame were things of the past, like the old calendar. I had to remind myself also that today was the 1… 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, Daphne du Maurier
“ We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end. Daphne du Maurier
“ This, dear God, was his contribution to the universe. Take it or leave it. Not for Niall the joys of Paradise, perhaps; but at least not the pangs of Purgatory. A small place, possibly, outside the Go… Daphne du Maurier
“ Think of the unkind things we have forgotten, said Niall. Those are the ones that will be totted up against us. I sometimes wake up in the early morning and go quite cold thinking of all the things I… Daphne du Maurier
“ They say that when we sleep our sub-conscious selves are revealed, our hidden thoughts and desires are written plain upon our features and our bodies like the tracings of rivers on a map; and no one r… Daphne du Maurier
“ There was no yesterday and no tomorrow; fear had been slung aside, and shame forgotten. We were all together—Pappy and Mama; Maria and Niall and Celia—we were all happy, with so many people looking at… Daphne du Maurier
“ 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… Daphne du Maurier
“ The smell of coffee, white dust, tobacco and burnt bread, flowers with a fragrance of wine, and the crimson fruit, soft and overripe. A girl looking over her bare shoulder, with a flash of a smile, go… Daphne du Maurier
“ The people don’t want to be understood, it would spoil their sense of injustice. They revel in their wrongs Daphne du Maurier
“ The glass world was unique, a law unto itself. It had its own rules and customs, and a separate language too, handed down not only from father to son but from master to apprentice, instituted heaven k… Daphne du Maurier
“ The child destined to be a writer is vulnerable to every wind that blows. Now warm, now chill, next joyous, then despairing, the essence of his nature is to escape the atmosphere about him, no matter… Daphne du Maurier
“ Take care, my father used to say, when first instructing Robert in the art of blowing glass. Control is of supreme importance. One false movement and the expanding glass will be shattered. I remember… Daphne du Maurier
