I am very different that that self who drove to Manderley for the first time, hopeful and eager, handicapped by a rather desperate gaucherie and filled with awn intense desire to please
How alive was her writing though, how full of force. Those curious, sloping letters.
He had no answer to that, or to any of her thoughts, and the smile that hovered a moment at the corner of her mouth and went as swiftly—it happened now, in her pretence of sleep—had no connection with...
For love, as she knew it now, was something without shame and without reserve, the possession of two people who had no barrier between them, and no pride; whatever happened to him would happen to her...
As soon as he had disappeared Deborah made for the trees fringing the lawn, and once in the shrouded wood felt herself safe. She walked softly along the alleyway to the pool. The late sun sent shafts...
A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.
She could not separate success from peace of mind. The two must go together.
You understand now... how simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten.
Whether he talked or not made little difference to my mood. My only enemy was the clock on the dash-board, whose hands would move relentlessly to one o'clock.
Truth was something intangible, unseen, which sometimes we stumbled upon and did not recognize, but was found, and held, and understood only by old people near their death, or sometimes by the very pu...
Then men were not dependent upon women after all, as she had thought—women were dependent upon men. Boys were frail, boys cried, boys were tender, boys were helpless. Mary Anne knew this, because she...
The word lingered in the air once I had uttered it, dancing before me, and because he received it silently, making no comment, the word magnified itself into something heinous and appalling, a forbidd...
The unnamed narrator of Rebecca begins her story with a dream, with a first sentence that has become famous: Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again. Almost all the brief first chapter is devot...
The rest of the little party had moved away, embarrassed, distressed, unwilling witnesses of what appeared to be an excess of faith.
The point is, live has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.
People who mattered could not take the humdrum world. But this was not the world, it was enchantment; and all of it was mine.
Nosotros vamos a las guerras y a las batallas, señor Ashley, pero las mujeres también saben luchar.
No, Mary had no illusions about romance. Falling in love was a pretty name for it, that was all. Jem Merlyn was a man, and she was a woman, and whether it was his hands or his skin or his smile she di...
No crisis can break through the crust of habit.
Mary wondered how many years Aunt Patience had kept that knowledge to herself in an agony of silence. No one would ever know how greatly she had suffered. Wherever she should go in the future, the pai...