184 Quotes by Daphne Du Maurier

Es inútil, ¿verdad? Nunca la podrá vencer. Está muerta, pero aún manda aquí. Ella es la señora de verdad, y no usted. Aquien olvidan y dan de lado y rechazan... es a usted. ¿Por qué no se va de Manderley? ¿Por qué no se marcha usted? Aquí nadie la quiere. El señr no la quiere ni la ha querido nunca. No puede olvidar a mi señorita.

He could see her planting violets on his grave, a solitary figure in a grey cloak. What a ghastly tragedy. A lump came to his throat. He became quite emotional thinking of his own death. He would have to write a poem about this. --from a Difference in Temperament

I wondered how many people there were in the world who suffered, and continued to suffer, because they could not break out from their own web of shyness and reserve, and in their blindness and folly built up a great distorted wall in front of them that hid the truth.

A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.

Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?

One was too sensitive,too raw,there were thorns and pin-pricks in so many words that in reality fell lightly on the air.

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 win prizes at school, and you never hear of them again. Go on. Be nervous. Be ill. Be sick down the lavatory pan. It's part of your life from now on. You've got to go through with it. Nothing's worth while if you don't fight for it first, if you haven't a pain in your belly beforehand.

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 the door. Dogs standing with drooping tails, dejected eyes. Wandering back to their baskets in the hall when the sound of the car dies away.

But a lonely man is an unnatural man, and soon comes to perplexity. From perplexity to fantasy. From fantasy to madness.