...as the slow sea sucked at the shore and then withdrew, leaving the strip of seaweed bare and the shingle churned, the sea birds raced and ran upon the beaches. Then that same impulse to flight seized upon them too. Crying, whistling, calling, they skimmed the placid sea and left the shore. Make haste, make speed, hurry and begone; yet where, and to what purpose? The restless urge of autumn, unsatisfying, sad, had put a spell upon them and they must flock, and wheel, and cry; they must spill themselves of motion before winter came.
Daphne du MaurierCome 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 MaurierHe stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.
Daphne du Maurier