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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| a83f463 | love was a thing of such simplicity once it was shared, and admitted, and done, with all the joy intensified and all the fever gone | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b77e0b3 | But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| a0e5101 | All this, is only momentary, is only a fragment in time that will never come again, for yesterday already belongs to the past and is ours no longer, and tomorrow is an unknown thing that may be hostile. This is our day, our moment, the sun belongs to us, and the wind, and the sea, and the men forward there singing on the deck. This day is forever a day to be held and cherished, because in it we shall have lived and loved, and nothing else m.. | frenchman-s-creek | Daphne du Maurier | |
| eb2b9e2 | How young and inexperienced I must have seemed, and how I felt it, too. One was too sensitive, too raw, there were thorns and pin-pricks in so many words that in reality fell lightly on air. | youth | Daphne du Maurier | |
| 598d958 | I'll not bide in Heaven, nor rest here in my grave. My spirit will linger with the ones I love--an' when they're sorrowful and feared in themselves, I'll come to them; and God Himself won't keep me. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 72c1b8d | Men are simpler than you imagine, my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| c85ae72 | That's a trilby," I said, referring to Mr. Mitchell's hat and trying to show off at least some expertise. "Named from du Maurier's novel, later made into a play," said Oscar. "It was a style worn on stage." "You mean Rebecca?" "No, Rosemary. George du Maurier's Trilby. Not Daphne. That was his granddaughter. Now, Trilby also introduced into common usage the name Svengali. You see, it's a story about power, about control . . ." | power trilby | Sheridan Hay | |
| 738ef6d | Though Thomas liked to think he had his own way over things, it was generally Janet who had the last say in the matter. She would fling a word at her husband and no more, and he would go off to his work with an uneasy feeling at the back of his mind that she had won. He called it "giving in to Janie," but it was more than that, it was unconscious subservience to a quieter but stronger personality than his own." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| a6847d2 | I don't think there is any necessity to bring Inspector Welch into the affair - yet," said Colonel Julyan. His voice was different, harsher. I did not like the way he used the word, "yet." Why must he use it at all? I did not like it." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 8644d31 | It's funny, I thought, how the routine of life goes on, whatever happens; we do the same things, go through the little performance of eating, sleeping, washing. No crisis can break through the crust of habit. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 597a536 | I found this hardly comforting, and wondered if there was not some virtue in the quality of insincerity. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 66327b5 | How alive was her writing though, how full of force. Those curious, sloping letters. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| aa09bd9 | Does forty-two seem very old to you?" he said." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 447afa7 | I wondered if it was the same in every home, this feeling of exuberance when visitors had gone. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 6853e3c | Make the drummer announce me," I whispered, "make him beat the drum, you know how they do, and then call out Miss Caroline de Winter. I want to surprise them below." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 12ac41b | Laime nera koks turtas, kuri galima ikainoti, tai tam tikra minties kokybe, mastymo busena. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| cef7eac | I love the stillness of a room after a party. The chairs are moved, the cushions disarranged, everything is there to show that people enjoyed themselves; and one comes back to the empty room happy that it's over, happy to relax and say, 'Now we are alone again.' Ambrose used to say to me in Florence that it was worth the tedium of visitors to experience the pleasure of their going. He was so right. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 505f184 | Pierre and I refused to allow my mother to visit her son in prison. She remained in the house with Cathie and little Jacques, but we went ourselves, and I felt as if I were back again in the theater foyer... My brother was still the perfect dandy, dressed as though for a reception, with a clean shirt and neckerchief brought to him every day by one of his servers from the boutique in the Palais-Royal, along with wine and provisions, which he.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 1ea56eb | The months of anxiety had taken their toll of my mother, with the journeys backwards and forwards to Paris which had continued during the summer. She had never cared for the capital; and now, she told us, she had no desire to set foot in it again. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 6fd448a | You look very pretty," said my mother at last, opening the conversation. "And how do you like being the wife of a master glass-maker here at Rougemont?" "Well enough," replied Cathie, "but I find it rather fatiguing." "No doubt," said my mother, "and a great responsibility. How many workmen are employed here, and how many of them are married with families?" Cathie opened large eyes. "I have no idea," she said. "I have never spoken to any of.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 6dde5a7 | She is like a child playing at houses," whispered my mother. "What I ask myself is this--where will it all end?" | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 8373f12 | He leaned over the rail and stared down into the Pool with interest. It was certainly not much of a place, the water dark and rather slimy, the steps slippery-looking too. Grandfather must be right, and it formed part of the city drain. The man who had been lame for thirty-eight years was lucky when Jesus came along and healed him instantly, rather than waiting for someone to lift him into the Pool. Perhaps Jesus realized the water was bad... | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 23af8da | Perhaps," thought Robin, "the soldiers didn't actually mock Jesus at all. It was just a game, which they let him join in. He might even have thrown dice with them. The crown and the purple robe were just dressing-up. It was the Romans' idea of fun. I don't believe when a prisoner is condemned to death the people guarding him are beastly. They try and make the time go quickly, because they feel sorry for him." | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b76783d | I thought at first somebody was dead, but after a while I saw it was just England. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 62a4beb | I was seized with a sudden desire to laugh, to cry, to do both, and I had a pain, too, at the pit of my stomach. I wished, for one wild moment, that none of this had happened, that I was alone somewhere, going for a walk, and whistling. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 95b9408 | If you think I'm one of the people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 4662c7b | We were dreamers, both of us, unpractical, reserved, full of great theories never put to test, and, like all dreamers, asleep to the waking world. Disliking our fellow men, we craved affection; but shyness kept impulse dormant until the heart was touched. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| ffc54ea | We mounted the carriole and drove up the hill from l'Antiniere onto the road. Looking back, we saw grandmother and grandson standing there hand in hand waving to us, and it was as though they represented all that was steadfast and enduring in past and future, while our own generation--Robert's and mine--lacked stability, and was at the mercy of events which might prove too strong for all of us. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 06102b9 | What trail of thought, confused and indirect, drove through those minds of theirs, to cloud their judgement? What waves of impulse swept about their being, moving them to anger and withdrawal, or else to sudden generosity? We were surely different, with our blunter comprehension, moving more slowly to the compass points, while they, erratic and unstable, were blown about their course by winds of fancy. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 868a817 | I thought how little we know about the feelings of old people. Children we understand, their fears and hopes and make-believe. I was a child yesterday. I had not forgotten. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| aadcaec | My own grief has no part in this story. Many women lose their first child. My mother, in the days before I was born, lost two within as many years. I had seen it happen twice to Cathie, and with the last she herself went as well. Men call us the weaker sex. Perhaps it's true. Yet to carry life within us as we do, to feel it bud and flower and come from us fully formed as a living creature, separate though part of ourselves, and watch it fad.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| b324862 | Was it always going to be like this? He away ahead of me, with his own moods that I did not share, his secret troubles that I did not know?Would we never be together, he a man and I a woman, standing shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, with no gulf between us? | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| e9111dc | Perhaps losing my first child had made me hard. Nothing Robert could say or do would ever again surprise me. If he chose to leave us this way, although my heart yearned after him it was his choice, not ours. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 0e8d10f | No, Robert did not understand. Handsome, gay, debonair, perfectly self-possessed, he had yet not grasped the fact that his young sister, with her smattering of education and her provincial dress, belonged to a world that he had long left behind him, a world which, despite its apparent backwardness and rustic simplicity, had greater depth than his. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| edba65a | I put Manderley first, before anything else. And it does not prosper, that sort of love. They don't preach about it in the churches. Christ said nothing about stones, and bricks, and walls, the love that a man can bear for his plot of earth, his soil, his little kingdom. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d0b5bdc | Something within each one of us had been awakened that we had not known was there; some dream, desire, or doubt, flickered into life by that same rumor, took root, and flourished. We were none of us the same afterwards. Robert, Michel, Francois, Edme, myself, were changed imperceptibly. The rumor, true or false, had brought into the open hopes and dreads which, hitherto concealed, would now be part of our ordinary living selves. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| fbcbc61 | The carriages and the folk who rode in them, gorgeously if sometimes absurdly attired, had made a kind of magic, and given a fairy-tale glitter to the capital. Now it seemed just like any other city, | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d107ffa | The winter of 1789 was the hardest within living memory. No one, not even the old people of the district, had ever known anything like it. The cold weather set in early, and, coming on top of a bad harvest, led to great distress among the tenant farmers and the peasants. We were hard hit at the foundry too, for conditions on the road became impossible, what with frost and ice, and then snow; and we were unable to deliver our goods to Paris .. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 09d1f5d | Bread was their main fare--they could not afford meat--and a man earning at the rate of one livre or twenty sous a day, with a hungry family to feed, paid half his wages on bread alone. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 6251bd7 | We had been careful, ever since the September decrees, to adopt the new courtesies. Monsieur and madame were things of the past, like the old calendar. I had to remind myself also that today was the 19th Frimaire, Year II of the Republic, and no longer the 9th of December, 1793. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 61eb6c6 | He is quite wrong," Robert would argue. "Every young woman should know how to comport herself, and how to mix in society." "Surely it depends upon the society?" I would reply, despite my anxiety to learn. "Take aunt Anne at Cherigny. Neither she, nor my uncle Viau, can sign their names properly, and they do very well as they are." "No doubt," said Robert, "and they will never move from Cherigny to the end of their days. You wait until I hav.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 2718a7c | Meantime, the Declaration of the Rights of Man made all men equal, if it did not make them brothers, and within a week of its passing into law there were riots in Le Mans, and disturbances in Paris too, with the price of bread as high as it had been before, and unemployment rife. Bakers were blamed in every city for charging too dearly for their four-pound loaf, and they in turn put the blame upon the grain merchants; all men were at fault .. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| d0ba269 | The streets were narrow and evil-smelling, with a broad stream running down the center to carry the sewage, and beggars holding out their hands for alms. I remember my sudden feeling of fright when my father's back was turned to see to our luggage, and in a moment a woman had thrust her way between us, with two little barefooted children beside her, clamoring for money. When I drew back she shook her fist at me, and cursed. This was not the.. | Daphne du Maurier | ||
| 17a945a | I confess I found myself disenchanted. We hardly moved from this quarter, so crowded, so ill-smelling, among the poorest of the people, and when we did walk out it was only to call at the various warehouses where my father did his business. I thought our charcoal burners at home in the forest of la Pierre were rough, but they were gentle and courteous compared with the people in the streets of Paris, who jostled us without apology, staring .. | Daphne du Maurier |