Occupation: Author Birth: May 13, 1907 Death: April 19, 1989
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, t….
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 a….
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..
A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back..
Women want love to be a novel, men a short story..
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands..
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..
Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality..
Happiness happens when you fit with your life, when you fit so harmoniously that whatsoever you are doing is your joy. Happiness is not a possession ….
I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone..
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. A….
People who travel are always fugitives..
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 ….
When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person..
How simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten..
I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls..
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again..
There is no going back in life. There is no return. No second chance..
Nothing like a cup of tea to make a person feel better, man or woman..
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 w….
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 shyn….