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Never forget, Caelius, that a great man makes his luck. Luck is there for everyone to seize. Most of us miss our chances; we're blind to our luck. He never misses a chance because he's never blind to the opportunity of the moment.
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Colleen McCullough |
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There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence ..
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inspirational
legend
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Colleen McCullough |
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There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone's heart.
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Colleen McCullough |
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When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don't you see? We create o..
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Colleen McCullough |
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There is a legend about a bird which sings only once in it's life, more beautifully than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves it's nest, it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, it impales it's breast on the longest, sharpest thorn. But as it is dying, it rises above it's own agony to outsing the Lark and the Nightingale. The Thornbird pays it's life for that one song, a..
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Colleen McCullough |
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Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.
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ralph
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Colleen McCullough |
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The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
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Colleen McCullough |
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And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our desperate determination never to forget.
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loss
memories
love
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Colleen McCullough |
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the best is only bought at the cost of great pain...or so says the legend
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Colleen McCullough |
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What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?
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Colleen McCullough |
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If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!
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Colleen McCullough |
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You still think love can save us. It's more killing than hate. Hate is so clean, so simple. Like being in the ring. With hate, you just keep hitting. You hit until they stop hitting back. With love... They never stop.
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Colleen McCullough |
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For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Truly God was good, to make man so blind.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind
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Colleen McCullough |
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she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.
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travel
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Colleen McCullough |
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But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.
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Colleen McCullough |
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How frightening, that one person could mean so much, so many things.
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man
men
human-being
meaning
fear
страшно
човек
frightening
person
scary
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Colleen McCullough |
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I can't share your love of God. But I do understand your need to give your life to him. Each of us has within us something that just won't be denied. Something to which we are driven even though it makes us scream aloud to die.
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Colleen McCullough |
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It's not worth getting upset about, Mrs. Dominic. Down in the city they don't know how the other half lives, and they can afford the luxury of doting on their animals as if they were children. Out here it's different. You'll never see man, woman or child in need of help go ignored out here, yet in the city those same people who dote on their pets will completely ignore a cry of help from a human being.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Kazvash, che me obichash, no niamash predstava kakvo e liubov; samo redish dumi, koito si nauchil naizust, zashchoto ti se struva, che zvuchat dobre
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Colleen McCullough |
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There was some justice in his pain
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Colleen McCullough |
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We can know what we do wrong even before we do it, but self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don't you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.
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morality
self-awareness
tragedies
duty
right-and-wrong
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Colleen McCullough |
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We're working-class people, which means we don't get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.
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Colleen McCullough |
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You just hang onto the thought that every dog has its day, even the bitches
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Colleen McCullough |
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Perfection in anything is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.
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Colleen McCullough |
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The law should not be a huge and weighty slab which falls upon a man and squashes him into a uniform shape, for men are not uniform.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Vseki ot nas nosi v sebe si neshcho, ot koeto ne mozhe da se otreche, dori to da ni kara da viem ot bolka i da prizovavame sm'rtta. Takiva sme si i tova e!
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Colleen McCullough |
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No man sees himself in a mirror as he really is, nor any woman.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.
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Colleen McCullough |
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For the best is only brought at the cost of great pain. Or so says the legend.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Suddenly the thought that the end of her life was imminent shocked him; it was one thing to pity someone he didn't know, quite another to face the same dilemma with someone he knew intimately. That was the trouble with beds. They turned strangers into intimates more quickly than ten years of polite teas in parlours.
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relationships
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Colleen McCullough |
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Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Oh, that feels good! I don't know who invented ties and then insisted a man was only properly dressed when he wore one, but if I ever meet him, I'll strangle him with his own invention
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Colleen McCullough |
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There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree... and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings... more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. And singing, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn. But, as it dies, it rises above its own agony, to outsing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its lif..
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Colleen McCullough |
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As vezes a distancia nao conta, pensou, as vezes reduz-se ao silencio breve que espaca as batidas de um coracao.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Maybe no great man is virtuous. Or good. Perhaps a man rich in those qualities by definition is barred from greatness.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Love isn't truly the body. Love is freedom to roam the heart and mind of the beloved.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Living's for those of us who failed. Greedy God, gathering in the good ones, leaving the world to the rest of us, to rot.
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inspirational
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Colleen McCullough |
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Age brought wisdom, but it also brought a genuine gratitude for the happiness of sharing life with someone as much liked as loved.
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Colleen McCullough |
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Nothing is given without a disadvantage in it,
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Colleen McCullough |
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He owe his wife a debt he couldn't hope to pay with any coin save one: open the cage and let the bird fly.
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marriage
husband-and-wife-relationship
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