Rebecca

Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is § quality of thought, a state of mind.

I used to think it would be dreadful to be married, that one's husband would drink, or use awful language, or grumble if the toast was soft at breakfast, and be rather unattractive altogether, smell possibly.

I was to be Mrs de Winter.

inevitable lorgnette, the enemy to other people's privacy.

boredom is a pleasing antidote to fear.

Happiness is not a possession to be prized