Come and see us if you feel like it,' she said. 'I always expect people to ask themselves. Life is too short to send out invitations.
Daphne du MaurierJem was safe from her, and he would ride away with a song on his lips and a laugh at her expense, forgetful of her, and of his brother, and of God; while she dragged through the years, sullen and bitter, the stain of silence marking her, coming in the end to ridicule as a soured spinster who had been kissed once in her life and could not forget it.
Daphne du Maurier