Book: The thorn birds. Page 3

The edge of the abyss closed, breathe. Standing at the bottom and realize - too late.

We can only give what we have, not more, right? But on stage I'm not me, or, maybe more precisely, there are alternate different "I". Probably, each of us nameshano a lot of "I", right? For me theater is first of all the mind, and then feeling. Liberating the mind and hones the feeling. We have to not just cry, or scream, or laugh, and so that the audience believe you. You know, it's wonderful. Visualize yourself as a different person, someone I would be different circumstances. That's the whole secret. Not to turn into another woman and to get into character and destiny, as though my character is who I am. And then it becomes me.

In life, it seems, had left that flies and dust.

I also think that there are more important things than lovers, but being a vessel of God is not one of them.

It was in Frank something that has killed and tenderness and empathy - this sullen heart lacked the inner light.

She is beautiful, and all the beautiful gave him pleasure; and, finally, - he least of all was inclined to admit, she has filled a void in his life that could not fill the God because it is alive loving being able to respond with warmth to heat.

I'm perfectly healthy. But when he was shesdesyat five, there is something sinister. Suddenly realize: old age is not something that can happen to you - it already happened.

If he could cry or kill someone. Anything to get rid of this pain!

With shame, with shame and returned home bright bird, and not she had to take to the skies, wings clipped and the song froze in his throat.

- Everything in the world has the right to be born, even an idea.
- You know what I mean, right?
- Probably, you know.
- Not everything that is born, well, Maggie.
Yes. But if it's born, then it was meant to be.

Do all men are like that - like something inanimate more than capable of loving one woman? No, of course not. Probably, these are the only complex, unyielding nature, one inside the doubts and confusion, reasonings and calculations. But there are also people easier, able to love woman more than anything.

It's nice to compete in wit with the enemy equally subtle mind, it's nice to beat him in the discernment because in actual fact can never be sure that it really it superior.

Lesson number one: in love there are no such corners, which were not carried to the world.

Sad and scary it is when you see - the ruined life, a ruined man.