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Es inutil, ?verdad? Nunca la podra vencer. Esta muerta, pero aun manda aqui. Ella es la senora de verdad, y no usted. Aquien olvidan y dan de lado y rechazan... es a usted. ?Por que no se va de Manderley? ?Por que no se marcha usted? Aqui nadie la quiere. El senr no la quiere ni la ha querido nunca. No puede olvidar a mi senorita.
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jealousy
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Daphne du Maurier |
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The point is, live has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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fe16897
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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 did not know, but something inside her responded to him, and the very thought of him was an irritant and a stimulant at the same time. It nagged at her and would not let her be. She knew she would have to see him again.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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2507255
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When there's a sudden silence, and nobody speaks, it means there's an angel in the room, so
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d165c8c
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The spaniel came up to me, sniffing at my legs, and I bent down and stroked his ears. "Well, Micky," I said, "you surely remember me? Poor old Micky, good old Micky." "Micky has got very fat," said my mother. "Yes," I said. "Micky is fond of his food," said Grey. There was another pause and I went on stroking the spaniel's ears."
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Daphne du Maurier |
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Grey put me up for his club. I dine there most evenings. Fellows there have been extraordinarily kind. I go out often, I know many people. Sometimes I remember what Jake said about me being successful one day. I suppose it will come true. It's all very different, of course, from what I dreamed. But then dreams are apart from the business of living; they are things we shed from us gently as we grow older.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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e324170
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Camina solo e iras mas lejos
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475b53c
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Until the moment of that dismissal with its reason given, he had received out of anywhere--or was it out of nowhere in the morning--that love must suffer for loving; that, the deeper planted, the more it must suffer, in that all true passion of love at its highest force inevitably ends in tragedy: that no story of love between man and woman at its highest could ever come but to a tragic end; that no ending but disillusion can be invented fo..
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I'm being rather a brute to you, aren't I?" he said; "this isn't your idea of a proposal. We ought to be in a conservatory, you in a white frock with a rose in your hand, and a violin playing a waltz in the distance. And I should make violent love to you behind a palm tree. You would feel then you were getting your money's worth. Poor darling, what a shame."
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Daphne du Maurier |
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3b84fe4
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De Manderley no hablariamos, ni yo le contaria mi sueno. Porque Manderley ya no era nuestro; Manderley ya no existe.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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f6a3b76
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Non ramentare che le ore felici.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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5c01431
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You have only to look at his eyes. He's still in hell...
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Daphne du Maurier |
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fc3595c
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He's made his own hell and there's no one but himself to thank for it.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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999667f
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It was unlike anything I had ever known. I had no feeling, no pain.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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3122c96
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You talked to me of being young," I said to Jake, "you talked this evening on the bridge of losing something I would never understand. Don't you see what all that has meant to me? I was a boy without the life of a boy. Being young means bondage to me, it means a gaping sepulcher of a house smelling of dust and decay, it means people I have never loved living apart from me in a world of their own where there's no time, it means the stifling ..
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For me, the present agony of departure, the silent terror of leaving a place known to me if hated, the well-nigh impossible task of conquering the fear that possessed me. Not the fear of that hasty look round, the sudden plunge headlong and the giddy shock of hard, cold water, the river itself entering my lungs, rising in my throat, tossing me upon my back with my arms outflung--I could hear the sob strangled in my chest and the blood leave..
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Daphne du Maurier |
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d766123
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This was my picture, and I wanted to become part of it too, to sleep there with the others on the shore, but they would not let me. I had to go away and live my life. I had no business to remain there lost in a dream. I had to break my mind away from it, I had to cover it, sadly, reverently, hide it in the shadowed untouched places of my memory. I would never forget. I would never permit my picture to become dusty and worn. After all that h..
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I remembered as a child standing in a field where a stream crossed my path, and a yellow iris grew next a background of green rushes. The stream sang as it tumbled over the flat stones. And as a child I thought how strange it was that such things should continue after I had left them, as though when turning a corner with the stream hidden from view, a mist must fall about them, shrouding them carefully, until I should pass again. It was lik..
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It was sinister, overpowering; it was like a troubled dream conjured by the evil thoughts of a past day. There was no suggestion of ultimate hope, and no possibility of escape. It was a terrible place. I sat up on the deck with my chin in my hands, looking in front of me thinking of nothing, my heart heavy, longing for some nameless thing that I could not explain even to myself. I did not want to feel depressed like this. I wanted to laugh,..
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Daphne du Maurier |
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1da2d40
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Happy in his silence yet eager for his words.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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42c03b2
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The visitors sat down, languid, and content to rest. Seecombe brought cake and wine.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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I listened--much as you're listening now, Dick, but it wasn't from curiosity, it was something more. I hated the thought of this world that must be lived in--the sordid pitiful lives of men and women, who can't get beyond their own bodies. I could see this girl, living as she did without the excuse of poverty--she wasn't any prostitute having to keep herself, but spoiling her beauty, her health, and her own precious individuality, which is ..
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I would forget my own beating heart, my own trembling body, my own sense of inexpiable degradation. I got up and started to throw off my things. Then the door opened and Jake came into the cabin. I did not want to look at him at first. I turned my back and fumbled with the tap of the basin. He did not say anything either. I whistled a tune under my breath. I wished he had been drunk, or laughing, or cursing, or in some way dragging himself ..
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Every word he wrote would be strong with that sweet purity and simplicity that was his gift alone, placing him higher than any living poet, secure on his pedestal apart from the world, like a great silent god above the little dwarfs of men tossed hither and thither in the stream of life. From the crystal clearness of his brain the images became words, and the words became magic, and the whole was transcendent of beauty, one thread touching ..
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There's no need to get that way. It's your own thoughts that keep you young, Dick. And age hasn't anything to do with it. It's a question of your state of mind." "I don't care about all that. Oh! Jake--if I could live tremendously, and then die." "What do you call 'tremendously'?" "I don't know--but there are a whole lot of things I want to know and to feel. They won't ever happen though. Fate'll be against me." "Don't talk like a fool. The..
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The voice told me that it was my father who was to blame. He was responsible for this moment, this business of me dejected, helpless, sitting on the steps of the Sacre-Coeur. It was heredity, environment, upbringing, misunderstanding, all these clashing against each other making me what I was. It was his fault; it had nothing to do with my will or my desires.
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75b8010
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We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us
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9585481
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Jake did not say anything; he looked up at the sky and the wall of gray mist ahead of us, he watched the stern of the Romanie lift sluggishly to the high sea. "Dick," he said later, "do you notice how she wallows in it like something tired of the struggle? She hasn't got any kick left; she wants to lay down her head and die."
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If it must be so, let's not weep nor complain If I have failed, or you, or life turned sullen. We have had these things, they do not come again, But the flag still flies and the city has not fallen." Humbert Wolfe"
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That this exceptionally scholarly man whose judgments, always rich and sensitive, though sometimes austere, should have embarked on an intensely romantic retelling of the old Cornish legend of that famous pair of tragic lovers, Tristan and Queen Iseult, is intriguing in itself. But what makes it even more fascinating is that Daphne du Maurier, asked by "Q" 's daughter long after her father's death to finish this novel that he had set aside ..
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He was folding up his napkin, pushing back his plate, and I wondered how it was he spoke so casually, as thought the matter was of little consequence, a mere adjustment of plans. Whereas to me it was a bombshell, exploding in a thousand tiny fragments.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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They were ageless, they were sexless, they were neither male nor female, old or young, but the beauty of their faces, and of their bodies too, was more stirring and exciting than anything I had ever seen or known, and with a sudden longing I wanted to be one of them, to be dressed as they were dressed, to love as they must love, to laugh and worship and be silent.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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A mi se me nota todo en la cara; si me gusta alguien o no, si estoy enfadada o contenta. No me callo nunca.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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Her dullness made her own punishment.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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Who will ever know your heart, who will ever know your mind? You have that fatal quality of silence - of a tight repression that suggests a hidden fire - yes, a burning fire unquenchable.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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You have to endure something yourself before it touched you.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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Then I was glad of the presence of Jake near to me at all times, for a horror would come upon me because of the vast solitude of space and the solitary splendor of the regions where we were drifting; even the white stars seemed cold and terribly remote, and we, poor human beings on our little ship, were wretched and pathetic in our attempts to equal their wisdom, nor had we any right to venture upon the imperturbability of these waters.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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You have blotted out the past for me, you know, far more effectively than all the bright lights of Monte Carlo. But for you I should have left long ago, gone to Italy, and Greece, and further still perhaps. You have spared me all those wanderings.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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I thought of all those heroines of fiction of who looked pretty when they cried, and what a contrast I must make with blotched and swollen face, and red rims to my eyes.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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No." Monsieur Ledru mused, as though he had but half heard. Then with a start: "Oh, but most certainly not. No, it is rather a heaviness upon the mind--a weight as of lead upon brain and thoughts, while my legs are like paper under me." Lifting his hat he passed a thin hand over his forehead. "It is such as when one cannot recall a name and goes under a burden until memory releases it."
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Daphne du Maurier |
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Il vento si era spostato all'interno e aveva portato via con se la pioggia; a mezzogiorno il sole aveva fatto capolino, il cielo si era fatto terso. L'aria era luminosa e frizzante di sale e questo conferiva alla passeggiata un gusto particolare; si riusciva a sentire il rumore del mare che si frangeva sugli scogli davanti alla baia. Capitava spesso, in autunno, di avere giornate cosi, che non appartenevano a giornate precise e avevano una ..
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d9696e1
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E un bene che non si ripeta due volte, la febbre del primo amore. Poiche e una febbre, e anche un fardello, checche ne dicano i poeti. Non si e molto coraggiosi, quando si ha ventun anno. Sono tempi pieni di piccole vilta, di minime paure senza fondamento, e ci si sente cosi presto vinti, ci vuol tanto poco a esser feriti; e si cede alla prima parola pungente. Oggi, avvolta nella comoda armatura della maturita che s'avvicina, le innumeri pi..
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Aucun de nous n'a envie de revivre ce passe. Maxim moins que tout autre. Et c'est a vous, comprenez-le, de nous en detacher. Il ne faut pas nous y ramener.
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Daphne du Maurier |
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Avrei voluto tornare indietro, catturare di nuovo l'attimo fuggito, ma poi mi resi conto che anche se lo avessimo fatto non sarebbe stato lo stesso, perfino la luce del sole non sarebbe stata uguale, avrebbe gettato un'ombra diversa, la contadinella questa volta non ci avrebbe salutati, forse non ci avrebbe neppure visti. Il pensiero aveva un che di raggelante, un pizzico di malinconia.
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passato
ricordi
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