I held out my arms to him and he came to me like a child.

Women want love to be a novel, men a short story.

A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.

I would have gone too but I wanted to come straight back to you.I kept thinking of you, waiting here, all by yourself, not knowing what was going to happen.

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.

He 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.

I wish I was a woman of about thirty-six dressed in black satin with a string of pearls.