מאה ועשר למי שזוכה בימים אלו להכרה מחודשת בכישרונה כסופרת מחוננת, ולא רק כמי שמותחניה שימשו את גאונותו של אלפרד היצ'קוק, השבוע נבלה עם תובנותיה של
דפנה דה מורייה
Women want love to be a novel, men a short story
Daphne du Maurie
I believe there is a theory that men and women emerge finer and stronger after suffering,
and that to advance in this or any world we must endure ordeal by fire.
Daphne du Maurie
If we killed women for their tongues all men would be murderers.
Daphne du Maurie
Men are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous
minds of women would baffle anyone.
Daphne du Maurie
I have a theory that each man's life is like a pack of cards, and those we meet and sometimes
love are shuffled with us. We find ourselves in the same suit, held by the hand of Fate. The game is played, we are discarded, and pass on.
Daphne
du Maurie
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.
Daphne du Maurie
And this then, that I am feeling now, is the hell that comes with love, the hell and the
damnation and the agony beyond all enduring, because after the beauty and the loveliness comes the sorrow and the pain.
Daphne du Maurie
She wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw
modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so personal, so intimate.
Daphne du Maurie
I wondered how it could be that two people who had loved could yet have such a misconception
of each other and, with a common grief, grow far apart. There must be something in the nature of love between a man and a woman that drove them to torment and suspicion.
Daphne du Maurie
For love, as she knew it now, was something without shame and without reserve, the possession
of two people who had no barrier between them, and no pride; whatever happened to him would happen to her too, all feeling, all movement, all sensation of body and of mind.
Daphne
du Maurie