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.
I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone. - Daphne Du Maurier
I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.
- Daphne Du Maurier
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… - Daphne Du Maurier
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…
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. - Daphne Du Maurier
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.
Women want love to be a novel, men a short story. - Daphne Du Maurier
Women want love to be a novel, men a short story.
A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back. - Daphne Du Maurier
A dreamer, I walked enchanted, and nothing held me back.
Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality. - Daphne Du Maurier
Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality.
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands. - Daphne Du Maurier
But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.
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… - Daphne Du Maurier
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…
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… - Daphne Du Maurier
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…
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