Daphne du Maurier
Daphne du Maurier
Dame Daphne du Maurier, Lady Browning DBEwas an English author and playwright...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth13 May 1907
time past hands
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.
farewell bye greetings
Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.
life wall people
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.
first-love time-and-love fever
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.
writing belief should
Writers should be read, but neither seen nor heard.
funny hilarious sweet
Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.
struggle fall thinking
Sometimes it’s a sort of indulgence to think the worst of ourselves. We say, ‘Now I have reached the bottom of the pit, now I can fall no further,’ and it is almost a pleasure to wallow in the darkness. The trouble is, it’s not true. There is no end to the evil in ourselves, just as there is no end to the good. It’s a matter of choice. We struggle to climb, or we struggle to fall. The thing is to discover which way we’re going.
life-is-too-short people said
Come and see us if you feel like it,' she said. 'I always expect people to ask themselves. Life is too short to send out invitations.
laughter real laughing
Time will mellow it, make it a moment for laughter. But now it was not funny, now I did not laugh. It was not the future, it was the present. It was too vivid and too real.
wall yesterday house
This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.
problem
The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.
horse pride care
He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.
genius talent new-friends
I have no talent for making new friends, but oh such genius for fidelity to old ones.