“ A woman of feeling does not easily give way. You may call it pride, or tenacity, call it what you will. In spite of all the evidence to the contrary, their emotions are more primitive than ours. They… Daphne du Maurier
“ A man’s jealousy is like a child’s, fitful and foolish, without depth. A woman’s jealousy is adult, which is very different. Daphne du Maurier
“ A girl can't live alone, Mary, without she goes queer in the head, or comes to evil. It's either one or the other. Daphne du Maurier
“ Kindness, and sincerity, and if I may say so modesty are worth far more to a man, to a husband, than all the wit and beauty in the world. Daphne du Maurier
“ The rank and melancholy smell of charred wet wood and sodden leaves coming towards me on a wisp of air. Daphne du Maurier
“ It seemed to her that never before had she known there was malevolence in solitude. The very coach, which all the day had rocked her like a cradle, now held a note of menace in its creaks and groans.… Daphne du Maurier
“ Cannot give an honest traveler a bed for the night? For what other purpose was it built? And how do you live, if you have no custom? We have custom, returned the woman sullenly. I’ve told you that. Th… Daphne du Maurier
“ But fate and circumstance had made me no more than a shadow in his life, a phantom of what might have been Daphne du Maurier
“ You have never lived anywhere else, he said, and you are not an individual at all, you’re just a hotch-potch of every character you’ve ever acted. Your mood and your personality change with each new p… Daphne du Maurier
“ Y no pude menos de pensar cómo podía sentirme tan dichosa cuando tan negros nubarrones se cernían por encima de nosotros. Era una dicha indefinible la que sentía, y nada parecida a aquella con que soñ… Daphne du Maurier
“ Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. Daphne du Maurier
“ What was the point of having a man if all he could do was turn his back and sleep? Not that she wanted him to do anything else, but in a way it was an insult. The turned back reminded her of all the v… Daphne du Maurier
“ What trail of thought, confused and indirect, drove through those minds of theirs, to cloud their judgement? What waves of impulse swept about their being, moving them to anger and withdrawal, or else… Daphne du Maurier
“ We went through the Happy Valley to the little cove. The azaleas were finished now, the petals lay brown and crinkled on the moss. The bluebells had not faded yet, they made a solid carpet in the wood… Daphne du Maurier
“ We mounted the carriole and drove up the hill from l’Antinière onto the road. Looking back, we saw grandmother and grandson standing there hand in hand waving to us, and it was as though they represen… Daphne du Maurier
“ Today, wrapped in the complacent armor of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one lightly and are soon forgotten, but then-- how a careless word would linger, becoming… Daphne du Maurier
