Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
Boredom is a pleasing antidote for fear
There is no going back in life. There is no return. No second chance.
And I don't like books which are full of name dropping.
Either you go to America with Mrs. Van Hopper or you come home to Manderley with me." "Do you mean you want a secretary or something?" "No, I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool.
This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.