The Birds and Other Stories Quotes

“...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 Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

“When she smiled it was as though she embraced the world.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

“Looking from the window at the fantastic light and colour of my glittering fairy-world of fact that holds no tenderness, no quietude, I long suddenly for peace, for understanding.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

“I did not know what to answer, because it would be too sudden and too direct, but I knew in my heart that what I wanted was everything that could be between a woman and a man; not at first, of course, but later, when we had found our other mountain, or our wilderness, or wherever it was we might go to hide ourselves from the world. There was no need to rehearse all that now. The point was that I was prepared to follow her anywhere if she would let me.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

“Our minds had met and crossed and understood from the first moment when Victor introduced us in my club, and that queer, inexplicable bond of the heart, breaking through every barrier, every restraint, had kept us close to one another always, in spite of silence, absence, and long years of separation.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

“They were ageless, they were sexless, they were neither male nor female, old or young, but the beauty of their faces, and of their bodies too, was more stirring and exciting than anything I had ever seen or known, and with a sudden longing I wanted to be one of them, to be dressed as they were dressed, to love as they must love, to laugh and worship and be silent.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds: and Other Stories

“Nat thought to himself that “they” were no doubt considering the problem at that very moment, but whatever “they” decided to do in London and the big cities would not help the people here, three hundred miles away. Each householder must look after his own.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds: and Other Stories

“Death should be different. It should be like bidding farewell to someone at a station before a long journey, but without the strain.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

“Now, looking about me in the desolation and the splendour, I knew what I had lacked all these years. I forgot my fellow travellers, forgot the grey fuselage of the crippled 'plane - an anachronism, surely, amid the wilderness of centuries - and forgot too my grey hair, my heavy frame, and all the burden of my five-and-fifty years. I was a boy again, hopeful, eager, seeking an answer to eternity.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

“You ought to take more exercise, if you're inclined to have a liver. Play golf.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds and Other Stories

“In those days, before the First World War, young women did not use makeup. Anna was free of lipstick, and her gold hair was rolled in great coils over her ears.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds: and Other Stories

“Jim was no more interested than Mrs. Trigg had been. It was, Nat thought, like air raids in the war. No one down this end of the country knew what the Plymouth folk had seen and suffered. You had to endure something yourself before it touched you.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds: and Other Stories

“what is a miracle to one becomes black magic to another. The good prophets have been stoned, but so have the witch doctors. Blasphemy in one age becomes holy utterance in the next, and this day’s heresy is tomorrow’s credo.”
― Daphne du Maurier, The Birds: and Other Stories