Author of quotes: Colleen McCullough. Page 2

She realized that the world is full of suffering, compared to which her own seem ridiculous.

I always thought that whiskey is like Scotch plaid, thrown over the naked knees of human consciousness.

Prostitution is a way of thinking in which a woman demands payment for their services. And not necessarily money, it can be any tangible and intangible benefits, but in any case is a bargain. Hooker woman does not sex, but how she sees it.

Ah, love! What can I say about love, what you people don't know? Love yourself! Love those around you! Love even those who don't know! Don't waste your love on God, who does not wait for it and don't need it. After all, if he is eternal and perfect, it lacks nothing. You people have to love people. Love chases away loneliness. Love warms the soul even if the body is cold. Love is the beacon of Mankind!

... Very often the feelings and the internal impetus to push us where common sense would never have allowed.

Enjoy, but when it's all over, don't look back. Onward and upward to tomorrow.

And remember: the harder people in the face of adversity, the richer his life, the happier he feels, the more one becomes a spirit... Learn to take your hands and head, and sorrow shall depart.

... When something happens to that somehow adapt. And when adapt, comes back again the feeling of well-being.

All of us in life need protection from loneliness. Because life lonely. Sometimes unbearable. Sometimes so much so that it is impossible to Express. The spirit inside each of us alone, absolutely unique and perfectly designed, no matter how imperfect it shelters the body and mind.

Learn to find the beauty in the world - in books, in paintings, in the house where you live, on the street, where is your house in town, where is your street.

Fitz began rhythmically stroking the smooth skin of her hands that soothed and comforted him, and he didn't understand why now they are arguing at every meeting. The reason is partly, as he knew he served his inability to endure her endless teasing, a habit without end making him chuckle. In those days, when his passion reached a peak, he endured it, realizing that for some strange reason, she thought that it is good to be teased, tormented, ridiculed. But the longer they lived together, the more difficult it was to endure these playful attacks, and in the end Fitz began to pounce on her whenever she wanted to humiliate him. However, at this moment, Elizabeth did not take the tone, but because it was so nice to be with her, to feel his simmering Blues.

Caring, sacrifice-a-kind a stronger proof of love than a million kisses, they are easy.

The usual, reverential fear ingrained firmly, you understand that when you first try to break his years of bondage.