People who travel are always fugitives..

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….

How simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten..

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..

But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands..

I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone..

A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back..

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….

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….

Women want love to be a novel, men a short story..

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….

Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality..

no person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places..

Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone..

Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind..

There is no going back in life. There is no return. No second chance..

I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls..

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..

Nothing like a cup of tea to make a person feel better, man or woman..

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again..

When one is writing a novel in the first person, one must be that person..