“ An armchair is always an armchair, to the modern child, never a ship, never a desert island. The pattern on the wall are patterns; not characters whose faces change at dusk... The trouble is, the chil… Daphne du Maurier
“ All memories are bitter, and I prefer to ignore them. Something happened a year ago that altered my whole life, and I want to forget every phase in my existence up to that time. Those days are finishe… Daphne du Maurier
“ A solitary curlew stood pensively beside the stream, watching his reflection in the water; and then his long beak darted with incredible swiftness into the reeds, stabbing at the soft mud, and, turnin… Daphne du Maurier
“ A mí se me nota todo en la cara; si me gusta alguien o no, si estoy enfadada o contenta. No me callo nunca. Daphne du Maurier
“ A master glass-maker must accustom himself to moving on. In old days they had always been wanderers, going from one forest to another, settling for a few years only. Daphne du Maurier
“ A lilac had mated with a copper beech, and to bind them yet more closely to one another the malevolent ivy, always an enemy to grace, had thrown her tendrils about the pair and made them prisoners. Daphne du Maurier
“ A cloud, hitherto unseen, came upon the moon, and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face.The illusion went with it, and the lights in the windows were extinguished. I looked upon a desolate… Daphne du Maurier
“ Кажется, существует теория, что страдания облагораживают людей, делают их сильнее и, чтобы шагнуть вперёд, мы должны пройти искус огнём. Этого нам досталось с лихвой, как ни иронически звучат мои слов… Daphne du Maurier
“ He proceeded to cut carefully a thin slice from the loaf, which he quartered in pieces and buttered for her, the whole business very delicately done and in striking contrast to his manner in serving h… Daphne du Maurier
“ And through it all and afterwards they would be together, making their own world where nothing mattered but the things they could give to one another, the loveliness, the silence, and the peace. Daphne du Maurier
“ Men and women emerge finer and stronger after suffering, and that to advance in this or any world we must endure ordeal by fire. Daphne du Maurier
“ Many impressions to seize and hold, familiar loved façades, balconies, windows, water lapping the cellar steps of decaying palaces, the little red house where D’Annunzio lived, with its garden—our hou… Daphne du Maurier
“ When the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver suddenly, and fall, and scatter away along the ground, they might be the patte… Daphne du Maurier
“ When the last toast had been given my mother had to take off her finery and put on a traveling dress, then mount one of the foundry wagons with the rest of them, and so drive away to her new home in t… Daphne du Maurier
“ What is the truth? I asked, in renewed agony of doubt—for had I, after all, done wrong in leaving my husband to his possible fate at le Chesne-Bidault? Were hordes of brigands even now setting fire to… Daphne du Maurier
“ Was it always going to be like this? He away ahead of me, with his own moods that I did not share, his secret troubles that I did not know?Would we never be together, he a man and I a woman, standing… Daphne du Maurier
“ Trust you? Good God, of course I trust you. It's you who won't trust me, you damned little fool.' He laughed silently, and bent down to her, putting his arms round her, and he kissed her then as he ha… Daphne du Maurier
“ Though Thomas liked to think he had his own way over things, it was generally Janet who had the last say in the matter. She would fling a word at her husband and no more, and he would go off to his wo… Daphne du Maurier
“ There was nothing for it but to sit in my usual place beside Mrs. Van Hopper while she, like a large, complacent spider, spun her wide net of tedium about the stranger's person. I think I've met Mrs.… Daphne du Maurier
“ Then he saw them. The gulls. Out there, riding the seas.What he had thought at first to be the white caps of the waves were gulls. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... They rose and fell in the t… Daphne du Maurier
