The Thorn Birds

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

A man who has nothing to lose has everything to gain

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

my usual flippant self.

Would you care for one,

Time heals all wounds

Yes! cried his heart. No, sneered his brain

Pride, ambition, a certain unscrupulousness.

Treacherous, horrible hope

Perfunctory, courteous, empty words ...