The Thorn Birds

A man who has nothing to lose has everything to gain

Seeing him every day was simply a different kind of sorrow from not being able to see him at all.

Something in her little soul was old enough and woman enough to feel the irresistible, stinging joy of being needed

grander than any she had ever seen on a human woman, she picked Agnes up tenderly. The doll had jointed arms and legs which could be moved anywhere; even her neck and tiny, shapely waist were jointed. Her golden hair was exquisitely dressed in a high pompadour studded with pearls, her pale bosom peeped out of a

They didn’t like

company in grief; they preferred to be alone with their pain.

languid and undemanding

The utmost Enemy of women, that’s what God is! Everything

we seek to do, He seeks to undo!”

I actually thought I could beat God. But there

was never a woman born who could beat God. He’s a Man

“I’m never, never, never going to love anyone! If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They

do, I tell you!”

Like the old Celtic

legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying.