QUOTES FROM REBECCA

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”

“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 shyness and reserve, and in their blindness and folly built up a great distorted wall in front of them that hid the truth.”

“People don’t change because you want them to, they change because they have to.”

“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.”

“There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”

“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.”

“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.”

“I knew that I had been free of him absolutely, and without regret, this fragment of my life for ever sealed.”

“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.”

“I must be dreaming still. I must have dreamt of leaving my door unlocked, but even now, as I turn the key, as I touch the latch, the door seems as real as I, myself.”

“We are not meant to die in alternatives.”

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

“You and I, and our love affair, are not important in this household.”

“It’s not life that’s complicated, it’s the struggle to guide and control life.”

“We all have our moments of bitterness when we let it go too far, when we temporarily cease to read the purport of things or of people and see only the surface.”

“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.”

“I wanted to see you again, touch you, know who you were, see if I would find you identical with the vision I had of you – that vague abstracted essence. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know what I wanted until I saw you.”

“Memory is not necessarily a record. It is a phenomenon borne entirely by the imagination. And when that imagination is hurtful, people turn away in self-defense.”

“You thought you were so strong, so sure of yourself. We quarreled, you and I, and sulked and made it up again, in a mockery of marriage. You made me smile, you made me laugh. You told me you adored me, that you couldn’t live without me.”

“How many times she had made that same journey in the past, footsore and weary; and now she did it again, and always the journey’s end seemed further away. A stone was buried on Manderley, in memory of a faithful dog.”

“I had not meant to love him, it was too late now to recapture myself. I wished to heaven I was dead. Dead. And at peace. Lost forever from his mind. I wanted, did I not, to be friends, nothing more? It was for that reason I refused him, safe in my cowardly tower, behind my armor of virtue.”

“I wanted a clean slate. I wanted to forget everything I had known, to blot out all my previous life, and I wanted him to do the same.”

“How well I knew that feeling of compression, that anxious, compassionate denial.”

“I pretend other things, for social reasons, or out of convention, but few men are truthful.”

“She would never surrender, never hope for the wistful drum-hammer of my pulse against hers.”

“I was mine and she was mine, and we were together; we were one soul, one heart.”

“For memory is so often a bitter or painful thing, and works with an anger of its own, and false promise, and works with a rebellious will, a flattering or treacherous-nature. I scorn it, I reject it.”

“When my hair has turned to white, I hope that yours still sparkles, Emilia.”

“I have abandoned beauty altogether. I have tried to show, instead, the mournful, ironic grace of a really wasted thing.”

“This is not a happy tale. It has no happy ending. It has a moral, though; God is hard on the selfish. Be unselfish and you will be happy.”