Book: The thorn birds

- Of course, you're very Mature in their seventeen years, but still don't get cocky.
- Just try to step into their parental territory, immediately you are accused of insolence - really?

You're beautiful, Greece, as I love Italy, you're still beautiful. And you ever - the cradle of all.

At least you have expanded my education on the part of the ladies ' toilet, both upper and lower, - humbly noticed Hartheim.
- Come on! I bet you have a dozen mistresses, and undress them all you.
- I only have one, and like a good mistress, she is waiting for me in a negligee.

Little monster, wounded, but not defeated.

And tomorrow morning I will be at mass. But the night's still young, and magic in the service is long gone. And now - only the night and Maggie. Welcome. And it is also Holy communion.

- So you had no doubt that I will come to you, Maggie?
- I told you. In Drogheda you're mine. If you come, be sure, I would come to you.

The earth made them shy, because the earth is not in need of eloquence, secular courtesy. The ground only need what they give - a silent love, undivided devotion.

Never before have I been so happy and so unhappy.

You were placed in my way, that I understood: the false and empty pride of pastors like me; like Lucifer, I will thirst to become like God and, like Lucifer, I fell.

She looked him in the eye in the blue saw all the love that warmed her from childhood, gave meaning to its existence, and love - immense, hopeless fatigue. That means: not tired body, exhausted soul.

- You love her! - with surprise said Ann.
- Always loved.
- What a misfortune for both of you.

Each day I slowly die, every morning when mass is celebrated, are born again. But why? Because I am the shepherd, chosen by God, or because I hear my flock in awe held his breath, know his power over every person in the temple?

I love you so much that was ready to kill you for your indifference, but this is my revenge much sweeter. I'm not one of noble souls; I love you, but I want to interset you cruel torture.

- I love you - with excitement she said.
- No, you didn't. I was calling your old age, that's all. One of its kind I remind you that you are at your age already available.