Sometimes itโs a sort of indulgence to think the worst of ourselves. We say, โNow I have reached the bottom of the pit, now I can fall no further,โ and it is almost a pleasure to wallow in the darkness. The trouble is, itโs not true. There is no end to the evil in ourselves, just as there is no end to the good. Itโs a matter of choice. We struggle to climb, or we struggle to fall. The thing is to discover which way weโre going.
Daphne du MaurierIf 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, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
Daphne du MaurierWe 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.
Daphne du Maurier