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
genius talent new-friends
I have no talent for making new friends, but oh such genius for fidelity to old ones.
country wind heaven
…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.
night lasts last-night
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
adversity giving growth
I suppose sooner or later in the life of everyone comes a moment of trial. We all of us have our particular devil who rides us and torments us, and we must give battle in the end.
husband men world
...but I should say that kindliness, and sincerity, and if I may say so--modesty--are worth far more to a man, to a husband, than all the wit and beauty in the world.
struggle past thank-god
We can never go back again, that much is certain. The past is still close to us. The things we have tried to forget and put behind us would stir again, and that sense of fear, of furtive unrest, struggling at length to blind unreasoning panic - now mercifully stilled, thank God - might in some manner unforeseen become a living companion as it had before.
men hands sick
If there’s one thing that makes a man sick, it’s to have his ale poured out of an ugly hand.
men tales mary
Dead men tell no tales, Mary.
forever want
Because I want to; because I must; because now and forever more this is where I belong to be.
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.
names doe talent
A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.
stars fall play
We can see the film stars of yesterday in yesterday’s films, hear the voices of poest and singers on a record, keep the plays of dead dramatists upon our bookshelves, but the actor who holds his audience captive for one brief moment upon a lighted stage vanishes forever when the curtain falls.
air age noise
Living as we do in an age of noise and bluster, success is now measured accordingly. We must all be seen, and heard, and on the air.
sadness sleep fate
He was like someone sleeping who woke suddenly and found the world...all the beauty of it, and the sadness too. The hunger and the thirst. Everything he had never thought about or known was there before him, and magnified into one person who by chance, or fate--call it what you will--happened to be me.