The Glass-Blowers Quotes

“how lacking in intuition men could be in persuading themselves that mending some stranger's socks, and attending to his comfort, could content a woman...”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“The system might one day change, but human nature remained the same, and there were always people who profited at the expense of others.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Here was Pierre laying down the law about what the King should say to the Assembly, or what the Assembly should say to the King, and yet he could not order his own unruly boys to come down from off the hay-shocks. My mother would have done so and boxed the ears of the pair of them.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“But he was quite eclipsed by one of the deputies of the Third Estate, a young lawyer called Robespierre—I wonder if Pierre has heard of him?—who suggested that the Archbishop would do better if he told his fellow clergy to join forces with the patriots who were friends to the people, and that if they wanted to help they might set an example by giving up some of their own luxurious way of living, and returning to the simple ways of the founder of their faith.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“The glass world was unique, a law unto itself. It had its own rules and customs, and a separate language too, handed down not only from father to son but from master to apprentice, instituted heaven knows how many centuries ago wherever the glass-makers settled—in Normandy, in Lorraine, by the Loire—but always, naturally, by forests, for wood was the glass foundry’s food, the mainstay of its existence.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Sentiment can turn afterlife into a fairy tale for children, and I prefer this to Edmé’s theory of oblivion.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“They say death does this to us once we are warned. Unconsciously, we strive not to waste time. Pettiness falls away, with all those things of little value in our lives. Could we but have known sooner, we tell ourselves, it would have been otherwise; no anger, no destruction, above everything no pride.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Where do they go, Sophie, those younger selves of ours? How do they vanish and dissolve?” “They don’t,” I said. “They’re with us always, like little shadows, ghosting us through life. I’ve been aware of mine, often enough, wearing a pinafore over my starched frock, chasing Edmé up and down the great staircase in la Pierre.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Marat, in L’Ami du Peuple, declared that the only way to save the Revolution for the people was to slaughter the aristocrats en masse; yet if this happened the innocent might suffer with the guilty. Somehow, we no longer seemed to preach the brotherhood of man.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“In fact, one of the first decrees passed, the day after the storming of the Tuileries, was an order giving every municipality throughout the country the right to arrest suspects on sight.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Jacques Duval became a close friend of Marat, editor of L’Ami du Peuple, one of the most widely read and popular newspapers in Paris, and he used to send this down to us every week, so that we could keep abreast of all that was said and done in the capital. I was not sure what to make of it myself; it was an inflammatory sheet, whipping its readers to violence, and urging them to take action against the “enemies of the people” if legislation should be slow. Michel and François read every word of it, and passed it on to the workmen too—a mistaken gesture.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“The carriages and the folk who rode in them, gorgeously if sometimes absurdly attired, had made a kind of magic, and given a fairy-tale glitter to the capital. Now it seemed just like any other city,”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“If my mother had known what small seed of longing she was sowing in my brother’s being, to develop into a folie de grandeur that nearly broke my father’s heart, and certainly was partly responsible for his death, she would not have taken Robert so often to the château at Chérigny, to be fed and fondled by the marquise. She would have put him to play among the hens and pigs in the muddied farmyard of le Maurier.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“It has always seemed to me significant that Robert’s first memories, whenever he spoke of them, should not be of the farmhouse le Maurier, or of the lowing of cattle, the scratching of hens and other homely sounds, or even of the roar of the furnace chimney and the bustle of the glass-house; but always of an immense salon, so he described it, filled with mirrors and satin-covered chairs, with a harpsichord standing in one corner, and a fine lady, not my mother, picking him up in her arms and kissing him, then feeding him with little sugared cakes.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“These instruments are now made in bulk and used by doctors and chemists all over France, while my father’s name is forgotten, but a hundred years ago the “instruments de chimie” designed at la Brûlonnerie were sought after by all the apothecaries in Paris.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“My aunt Déméré was shocked. Her husband, my uncle Déméré, was one of the foremost important men in the foundry. He was a master melter, that is to say he prepared the mixture for the pots, and saw to it that the pots were filled with the right amount for the furnaces before the day’s melt, and never, since they had been married, had my aunt Déméré watched the potash being prepared by the flux-burner. “The first duty of a master’s wife is to have food ready for her husband between shifts,” she told my mother, “and then to attend to any women or children directly employed by her husband who may be sick. The work in the furnace house, or outside it, is nothing to do with”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Perhaps we shall not see each other again. I will write to you, though, and tell you, as best as I can, the story of your family. A glass-blower, remember, breathes life into a vessel, giving it shape and form and sometimes beauty; but he can, with that same breath, shatter and destroy it. If what I write displeases you, it will not matter. Throw my letters in the fire unread, and keep your illusions. For myself, I have always preferred to know the truth.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Daphne du Maurier was the fifth-generation descendant of a French master craftsman who settled in England during the Revolution. The Glass-Blowers, the fictionalized story of his family, was originally published in 1963, but du Maurier first conceived of writing about her French forebears in the mid-1950s. She had recently completed her novel about Mary Anne Clarke, her famous great-great-grandmother, and a complementary work about the French side of her family seemed logical.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Nothing is degraded that is bequeathed with love. My father handed down a passion for craftsmanship to the grandsons he never saw.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Life, on the contrary, is at its most intense when it is silent; the silence of a prison cell, for instance, which gives every opportunity for thought, or when sitting beside the dead body of a loved one to whom you never bade goodbye.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“I thought how lacking in intuition men could be in persuading themselves that mending some stranger’s socks, and attending to his comfort, could content a woman of thirty-eight like my sister Edmé, who, with her quick brain and passion for argument, would—had she lived in another age—have fought for her beliefs like Joan of Arc.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Where do they go, Sophie, those younger selves of ours? How do they vanish and dissolve?” “They don’t,” I said. “They’re with us always, like little shadows, ghosting us through life.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“St. Christophe might become Rabriant, Madame Busson a “citoyenne,” kings, queens, and princes go to their death and the whole country change; but my mother had held fast to her own timeless world.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Death, instead of severing all ties, made family feeling stronger.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“I wondered, thinking how much my husband must have borne in silence in order to spare his friend. Men have strange loyalties to one another.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“It was not until long afterwards that I heard the tale from Edmé. He all but beggared himself in the process, without a word to anyone but her, and was forced to sell his practice, a year later, and accept payment from the municipality as a public notary. I think, if anyone lived up to the principles of equality and brotherhood that had first inspired our revolution, it was my brother Pierre.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“I don’t know why it had to be that one,” she said, her voice unsteady still. “He wasn’t doing anything. If it could have been the man who cracked his whip…” “It never is,” I said. “It’s never the right man. That’s why it’s so useless.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Ah! Ça ira! Ça ira! Ça ira! Les aristocrates à la lanterne, Ah! Ça ira! Ça ira! Ça ira! Les aristocrates on les pendra!”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Custom, it is said, makes all things acceptable.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers

“Men call us the weaker sex. Perhaps it’s true. Yet to carry life within us as we do, to feel it bud and flower and come from us fully formed as a living creature, separate though part of ourselves, and watch it fade and die—this asks for strength and spiritual endurance.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Glass-Blowers