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. Daphne du Maurier More Quotes by Daphne du Maurier More Quotes From Daphne du Maurier But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands. Daphne du Maurier luxury simple book Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind. Daphne du Maurier inner-peace positivity happiness 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. Daphne du Maurier would-be live-in-the-moment memories 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 pain loneliness grieving 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. Daphne du Maurier sunshine shadow yesterday A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back. Daphne du Maurier enchanted dreamer The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem. Daphne du Maurier problem I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls. Daphne du Maurier pearls black wish Women want love to be a novel, men a short story. Daphne du Maurier women judging stories 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. Daphne du Maurier time-and-love fever first-love There is no going back in life. There is no return. No second chance. Daphne du Maurier second-chance return chance How simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten. Daphne du Maurier simple-life mirrors simple Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone. Daphne du Maurier greetings farewell bye I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone. Daphne du Maurier travel 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. Daphne du Maurier cake angel special 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. Daphne du Maurier wall life people Because I want to; because I must; because now and forever more this is where I belong to be. Daphne du Maurier want forever I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault. Daphne du Maurier faults done bears 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 hilarious sweet funny When the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver suddenly, and fall, and scatter away along the ground, they might be the patter of a woman’s hurrying footsteps, and the mark in the gravel the imprint of a high-heeled shoe. Daphne du Maurier shoes sound fall
