On the stage I can commit suicide o murder. I can go mad, sacrifice myself for love, save men o ruin them.
Colleen McCullough - Mare Winningham/ Justine
"There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out-carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain.... Or so says the legend."
The truth is, if you love people they kill you. If you need people they kill you. So I don´t want to need anyone, not ever. Colleen McCullough - Mare Winningham - The thorn birds.
domingo, agosto 15, 2010
A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?