I’d be no use in a town, said Mary. I’ve never known anything but this life by the river, and I don’t want to. Going into Helston is town enough for me. I’m best here, with the few chickens that’s lef...
It seemed to Lady Althea, as she stood there above the steps, that all the people pressing forward were staring, not at the Dome of Rock, but at her alone, and were nudging on another, whispering, smi...
I wonder ... when it was that the world first went amiss, and men forgot how to live and to love and to be happy.
I thought at first somebody was dead, but after a while I saw it was just England.
I had so identified myself with Rebecca that my own dull self did not exist, had never come to Manderley. I had gone back in thought and in person to the days that were gone.
He laughed and shook his head. I think you’re incorrigible. Good God, I hope so. Otherwise why live?
From the very first, I knew that it would be so...I smiled to myself, and said, That -- and none other.
Mullioned windows reflecting the green lawns and the terrace.
She realized for the first time that aversion and attraction ran side by side; that the boundary-line was thin between them.
I wish I were a man, William.Why so, my lady?Because I too would find my ship, and go forth, a law unto myself.
I was young, and I’d never been hurt before
I want to see the Parthenon by moonlight.'I had my way. They floodlight it now, to great advantage I am told, but it was not so then, and since it was late in the year there were few tourists. My comp...
I looked at him over my glass of citronade. It was not easy to explain my father and usually I never talked about him. He was my secret property. Preserved for me alone, much as Manderley was preserve...
A pleasantly situated hotel close to the sea, and chalets by the water's edge where one breakfasted. Clientele well-to-do, and although I count myself no snob I cannot abide paper bags and orange peel...
How lacking in intuition men could be in persuading themselves that mending some stranger's socks, and attending to his comfort, could content a woman...
Why did dogs make one want to cry? There was something so quiet and hopeless about their sympathy. Jasper, knowing something was wrong, as dogs always do. Trunks being packed. Cars being brought to th...
The visitors sat down, languid, and content to rest. Seecombe brought cake and wine.
The peace of Manderley. The quietude and the grace. Whoever lived within its walls, whatever trouble there was and strife, however much uneasiness and pain, no matter what tears were shed, what sorrow...
The order never varies. Two slices of bread-and-butter each, and China tea. What a hide-bound couple we must seem, clinging to custom because we did so in England. Here, on this clean balcony, white a...
If you think I'm one of the people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong.