I Held Out My Arms To Him

She Knew That This Was Happiness, This Was Living As She Had Always Wished To Live.

How Simple Life Becomes When Things Like Mirrors Are Forgotten.

She Had To Live In This Bright, Red Gabled House With The Nurse Until It Was Time For Her To Die... I Thought How Little We Know About The Feelings Of Old People. Children We Understand, Their Fears And Hopes And Make-believe.

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.

The Peace Of Manderley. The Quietude And The Grace. Whoever Lived Within Its Walls, Whatever Trouble There Was And Strife, However Much Uneasiness And Pain, No Matter What Tears Were Shed, What Sorrows Borne, The Peace Of Manderley Could Not Be Broken Or The Loveliness Destroyed.