Colleen McCullough Quotes

...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.

A woman can live without it quite well for years at a stretch, but it was nice, when it was the one man.

Maybe no great man is virtuous. Or good. Perhaps a man rich in those qualities by definition is barred from greatness.

Quand vous avancerez en âge, vous vous apercevez que la vie est faites de rencontres, de connaissances et de séparations. Parfois, nous aimons les gens que nous rencontrons, parfois, nous ne les aimons pas, mais les connaitre est ce qu'il y a de plus important dans la vie, c'est cela qui fait de nous des être humains.

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.

Птичката с тръна в гърдите следва неумолим закон.Сама не знае какво я кара да забие шипа в сърцето си и да умре, пеейки. Когато острия трън я пронизва,тя не подозира, че я очаква смърт..само пее и пее, докато не и останат сили да издаде нито звук повече. Но ние- когато ние забиваме шипа в гърдите си, знаем. Разбираме. И все пак го правим. Все пак го правим.

What could death be for him but the entrance into everlasting life? For the rest of us, the passage is not so easy.

Her tears were blinding her, the grief in her heart new, for until now she had never owned anything worth grieving for.

Cada um de nós tem dentro de si alguma coisa que não pode ser negada, ainda que nos faça grita, gritar, até ao fim. Somos o que somos, e pronto. Como a velha lenda celta do pássaro com o espinho no peito que canta até morrer, porque precisa de fazê-lo, porque é levado a isso. Podemos saber que vamos errar até antes de cometermos o erro, mas o conhecimento de nós mesmos não afecta nem altera o resultado. Cada qual entoa o seu cântico, convencido de que é o mais maravilhoso que o mundo já ouviu. Não vês? Criámos os nossos espinhos e nunca nos detivemos para avaliar o custo. A única coisa que podemos fazer é sofrer a dor e dizer intimamente que valeu a pena.

Anh luôn trả lời câu hỏi của em bằng một câu hỏi khác

Khi có một người có hai bàn tay như thế thì ai cũng biết ngay đó là một người lương thiện.

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. ABOUT THE AUTHOR COLLEEN MCCULLOUGH was born in New South Wales in 1937.

There is something terribly reassuring about being in politics to enrich oneself. It’s normal. It’s human. It’s forgivable. It’s understandable. The ones to watch are the ones who are in politics to change the world. They do the real damage, the power-men and the altruists. It isn’t healthy to think about other people ahead of oneself. Other people are not as deserving. Did I tell you I was a Skeptic?

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

Surprised, she realized that keeping physically busy is the most effective blockade against totally mental activity human beings can erect.