Jem was safe from her, and he would ride away with a song on his lips and a laugh at her expense, forgetful of her, and of his brother, and of God; while she dragged through the years, sullen and bitt...
He laughed and shook his head. I think you’re incorrigible. Good God, I hope so. Otherwise why live?
Ambrose used to say to me in Florence that it was worth the tedium of visitors to experience the pleasure of their going.
Mullioned windows reflecting the green lawns and the terrace.
There was something rather blousy about roses in full bloom, something shallow and raucous, like women with untidy hair
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...
If you think I'm one of those people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong.
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 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 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.
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...
I feel it's all wrong to be nervous," said Maria. "I feel it's lack of confidence. One ought to go right ahead, never minding.""Some people do," he said, "but they're the duds. They are the ones that...
This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite...
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...
She realized for the first time that aversion and attraction ran side by side; that the boundary-line was thin between them.
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...
If you think I'm one of the people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong.
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...
He looked down at me without recognition, and I realized with a little stab of anxiety that he must have forgotten all about me, perhaps for some considerable time, and that he himself was so lost in...
Death was an executioner, lopping a flower before it bloomed. The sky had glories enough, but not the soil.