Colleen McCullough Quotes

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 the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend

No creo que el final sea muy feliz. Creo que obtendremos el resultado que se obtiene siempre con la imparcialidad. Nadie nos dará las gracias, y todos nos criticarán.

От свободно падащите черни къдрави коси и поразително сините очи до изящните ръце и крака отец Ралф беше действително съвършен. Не, изключено беше да не си дава сметка за това. И все пак държанието му й подсказваше, че той е над всички тези неща и че никога не е робувал и няма да робува на външността си. Той без угризение би я използвал, ако трябва, за да постигне целта си, но не като че ли жертва нещо скъпо, а по-скоро с презрение към хората, над които тази външност имаше влияние.

"It had happened again. He had made everyone laugh by doing something silly, but he didn't know what it was, why it was so funny. His father would have said he ought to be a "wakeup," whatever that meant, but he hadn't been a wakeup, he had happily eaten a sausage sandwich that hadn't been a sausage sandwich. A piece of shit, they said it was, but how could he know what a piece of shit tasted like, when he had never eaten it before? What was so funny? He wished he knew; he hungered to know, to share in their laughter and understand. That was always the greatest sorrow, that he could never seem to understand.

His wide blue eyes filled with tears, his face twisted up in anguish and he began to cry like a small child, bellowing noisily, still wringing his hands together and shrinking away from them."

Fu cosi' semplice, cosi facile: mi innamorai.

Corunda Base Hospital itself continued to function on doctors, nurses, domestic staff, food preparers, and ancillary staff in the same old way, so that the patients lived (or died) in relative ignorance of the drama going on at an executive level. Indeed, it was a rare patient even knew that a hospital had executives.

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.

Until you can leave the matter of forgiveness to God, you will not have acquired true humility.

Great literature was never intended to be either facsimile or echo of real life; it was meant to shut out real life for a while, to free the harried mind from mundane considerations, so that the mind could holiday amid glorious language and vivid word-pictures and inspiring or alluring ideas.

Was war eigentlich Besonderes mit dem nächtlichen Himmel? Dass, wie von einer sonst verschlossenen Truhe, der blaue Deckel des Tages hochgeklappt worden war und der Mensch nun gleichsam einen Blick werfen konnte in die Ewigkeit?

Họ không muốn có nhiều người vây quanh giữa lúc buồn khổ, họ thích đối diện một mình với nỗi thương đau.

Meggie dropped to her knees, scrambling frantically to collect the miniature clothes before more damage was done them, then she began picking among the grass blades where she thought the pearls might have fallen. Her tears were blinding her, the grief in her heart new, for until now she had never owned anything worth grieving for.

stayed as close to Theatre as she could, working Casualty or Men’s;

I’ll aways be wondering how you are, what you’re doing, if you’re all right, if there’s anything I could do to help you. I’ll even have to wonder if you’re still alive, won’t I?

Tại sao chúng ta lại đau xót? Con may mắn được sớm thoát khỏi cuộc sống mỏi mệt này. Chính cuộc sống này mới là địa ngục; một bản án nô lệ suốt đời ở trần thế. Chúng ta phải chịu đựng sự đau khổ trong địa ngục này khi chúng ta còn sống là như thế