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    Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.
    tags: children men women child mind imagine
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality.
    tags: moment
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Boredom is a pleasing antidote for fear
    tags: fear
    — Daphne du Maurier
    I had build up false pictures in my mind and sat before them. I had never had the courage to demand the truth.
    tags: truth mind courage
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Writing every book is like a purge; at the end of it one is empty ... like a dry shell on the beach, waiting for the tide to come in again.
    tags: writing book
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Nothing like a cup of tea to make a person feel better, man or woman.
    tags: men people women
    — Daphne du Maurier
    how lacking in intuition men could be in persuading themselves that mending some stranger's socks, and attending to his comfort, could content a woman...
    tags: men women comfort intuition
    — Daphne du Maurier
    We know one another. This is the present. There is no past and no future. Here I am washing my hands, and the cracked mirror shows me to myself, suspended as it were, in time; this is me, this moment will not pass.
    tags: future past present moment
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard.
    tags: read
    — Daphne du Maurier
    The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.
    tags: dark sky moon blood black
    — Daphne du Maurier
    I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.
    tags: women wishes black
    — Daphne du Maurier
    I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say.
    tags: poet
    — Daphne du Maurier
    If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
    tags: living memory moment
    — Daphne du Maurier
    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.
    tags: truth people world
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.
    tags: saying
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Those dripping crumpets, I can see them now. Tiny crisp wedges of toast, and piping-hot, flaky scones. Sandwiches of unknown nature, mysteriously flavoured and quite delectable, and that very special gingerbread. Angel cake, that melted in the mouth, and his rather stodgier companion, bursting with peel and raisins. There was enough food there to keep a starving family for a week.
    tags: nature food companion angel
    — Daphne du Maurier
    There is no going back in life. There is no return. No second chance.
    tags: chance
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Look on each day that comes as a challenge, as a test of courage. The pain will come in waves, some days worse than others, for no apparent reason. Accept the pain. Little by little, you will find new strength, new vision, born of the very pain and loneliness which seem, at first, impossible to master.
    — Daphne du Maurier
    We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.
    tags: time lost ghost tomorrow
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Women want love to be a novel, men a short story.
    tags: men women novel stories
    — Daphne du Maurier
    There was never an accident.Rebecca was not drowned at all. I killed her.I shot Rebecca in the cottage in the cove.I carried her body to the cabin, and took the boat out that night and sunk it there, where they found it today.It's Rebecca who's lying dead there on the cabin floor.Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?
    tags: night body eyes lying
    — Daphne du Maurier
    But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.
    tags: alone book
    — Daphne du Maurier
    The moment of crisis had come, and I must face it. My old fears, my diffidence, my shyness, my hopeless sense of inferiority, must be conquered now and thrust aside. If I failed now I should fail forever.
    tags: fear forever moment fail
    — Daphne du Maurier
    A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.
    — Daphne du Maurier
    If you think I'm one of those people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong. I'm invariably ill-tempered in the early morning.
    tags: people funny wrong breakfast
    — Daphne du Maurier
    When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person.
    tags: people novel writing
    — Daphne du Maurier
    People who travel are always fugitives.
    tags: travel people
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Life and death do not wait for legal action.
    tags: death action
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Here was the freedom I desired, long sought-for, not yet known Freedom to write, to walk, to wander, freedom to climb hills, to pull a boat, to be alone.
    tags: freedom alone write
    — Daphne du Maurier
    All autobiography is self-indulgent.
    — Daphne du Maurier
    A bad workman blames his tools.
    tags: bad
    — Daphne du Maurier
    there's something about Paris that gives you a mental slap all the time, and you can't just sit still and do nothing. You've got to work, to keep up with the pace, the sting in the atmosphere.
    tags: time work mental
    — Daphne du Maurier
    no person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places.
    tags: people blood
    — Daphne du Maurier
    The urge to climb will never be explained. In olden days, perhaps it was a wish to reach the stars. Today, anyone so minded can buy a seat on a plane and feel himself master of the skies. Even so, he will not have rock under his feet, or air upon his face; nor will he know the silence that comes only on the hills.
    tags: silence master star wishes sky
    — Daphne du Maurier
    People who mattered could not take the humdrum world. But this was not the world, it was enchantment; and all of it was mine.
    tags: people world
    — Daphne du Maurier
    I could not ask for forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.
    tags: forgiveness
    — Daphne du Maurier
    here was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.
    tags: women personal silence forever moment longing determination die
    — Daphne du Maurier
    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 bitter, the stain of silence marking her, coming in the end to ridicule as a soured spinster who had been kissed once in her life and could not forget it.
    tags: silence song year
    — Daphne du Maurier
    No, Mary had no illusions about romance. Falling in love was a pretty name for it, that was all.
    tags: illusion romance
    — Daphne du Maurier
    Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?
    tags: rain
    — Daphne du Maurier
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    daphne du maurier
    Birth    : May 13, 1907
    Death  : April 19, 1989
    Occupation  : Author