She had to live in this bright, red gabled house with the nurse until it was time for her to die... I thought how little we know about the feelings of old people. Children we understand, their fears and hopes and make-believe. Daphne du Maurier More Quotes by Daphne du Maurier More Quotes From Daphne du Maurier 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. Daphne du Maurier eyedogdoors Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. Daphne du Maurier last-nightlastsnight I held out my arms to him and he came to me like a child. Daphne du Maurier armschildren And I don't like books which are full of name dropping. Daphne du Maurier name-droppingnamesbook [Referring to the birds:] Nat listened to the tearing sound of splintering wood, and wondered how many million years of memory were stored in those little brains, behind the stabbing beaks, the piercing eyes, now giving them this instinct to destroy mankind with all the deft precision of machines. Daphne du Maurier eyeanimalmemories I have no talent for making new friends, but oh such genius for fidelity to old ones. Daphne du Maurier new-friendstalentgenius All autobiography is self-indulgent. Daphne du Maurier autobiographyselfbook …you guessed that somewhere, in heaven knew what country and what guise, there was someone who was part of your body and your brain, and that without him you were lost, a straw blown by the wind. Daphne du Maurier windheavencountry 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. Daphne du Maurier determinationwindtwo If there’s one thing that makes a man sick, it’s to have his ale poured out of an ugly hand. Daphne du Maurier sickmenhands If you think I'm one of the people who try to be funny at breakfast you're wrong. I'm invariably illtempered in the early morning. Daphne du Maurier morningpeoplethinking I would have gone too but I wanted to come straight back to you.I kept thinking of you, waiting here, all by yourself, not knowing what was going to happen. Daphne du Maurier knowingwaitingthinking-of-you When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person. Daphne du Maurier scarywritingfirsts All whispers and echoes from a past that is gone teem into the sleeper's brain, and he is with them, and part of them. Daphne du Maurier echoesbrainpast What about the hero of The House on the Strand? What did it mean when he dropped the telephone at the end of the book? I don't really know, but I rather think he was going to be paralysed for life. Don't you? Daphne du Maurier heromeanbook It wouldn't make for sanity would it, living with the devil. Daphne du Maurier sanitydevil How pleasant,' Dona said, peeling her fruit; 'the rest of us can only run away from time to time, and however much we pretend to be free, we know it is only for a little while - our hands and our feet are tied. Daphne du Maurier feetrunninghands I would not be young again, if you offered me the world. But then I'm prejudiced.' 'You talk,' I said, 'as if you were ninety-nine.' 'For a woman I very nearly am,' she said. 'I'm thirty five. Daphne du Maurier ninety-ninethirtyworld
