11 George du Maurier Quotes

George du Maurier quotes

1. A little work, a little play To keep us going-and so good-day! A little warmth, a little light Of love's bestowing-and so, good-night. A little fun, to match the sorrow Of each day's growing-and so, good-morrow! A little trust that when we die We reap our sowing-and so-good-bye!

1. Lovely female shapes are terrible complicators of the difficulties and dangers of this earthly life, especially for their owners.

2. Happiness is like time and space-we make and measure it ourselves; it is as fancy, as big, as little, as you please, just a thing of contrasts and comparisons.

3. An apple is an excellent thing -- until you have tried a peach.

4. The wretcheder one is, the more one smokes; and the more one smokes, the wretcheder one gets-a vicious circle.

5. Sick I am of idle words, past all reconciling, Words that weary and perplex and pander and conceal, Wake the sounds that cannot lie, for all their sweet beguiling; The language one need fathom not, but only hear and feel.

6. The best years of a man's life are after he is forty. A man at forty has ceased to hunt the moon.

7. Life ain't all beer and skittles, and more's the pity; but what's the odds, so long as you're happy?

8. I doubt if Dickens did, especially his women-his pretty women-Mrs. Dombey, Florence, Dora, Agnes, Ruth Pinch, Kate Nickleby, little Emily-we know them all through Hablot Browne alone-and none of them present any very marked physical characteristics. They are sweet and graceful, neither tall nor short; they have a pretty droop in their shoulders, and are very ladylike; sometimes they wear ringlets, sometimes not, and each would do very easily for the other.

9. “Happiness is like time and space--we make and measure it ourselves; it is a fancy--as big, as little, as you please; just a thing of contrasts and comparisons, like health or strength or beauty or any other good--that wouldn't even be noticed but for sad personal experience of its opposite!--or its greater!”

10. “Language is a poor thing. You fill your lungs with wind and shake a little slit in your throat, and make mouths, and that shakes the air; and the air shakes a pair of little drums in my head—a very complicated arrangement, with lots of bones behind—and my brain seizes your meaning in the rough. What a roundabout way, and what a waste of time.”