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

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.

Butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth, would

it?

Tit for tat,

Tit for tat