Colleen McCullough Quotes

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The lovely thing about being forty is that you can appreciate twenty-five-year-old men more.

Colleen McCullough
Best of all she liked his eyes, such a translucent golden brown, and so laughing.

Colleen McCullough
She looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.

Colleen McCullough
We're working-class people, which means we don't get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.

Colleen McCullough
If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!

Colleen McCullough
Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world. And whether they came home again or not, they would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.

Colleen McCullough
I hate being on my best behavior. It brings out the absolute worst in me.

Colleen McCullough
The most insoluble problems are those which by their very nature can have no space within them for dreams.

Colleen McCullough
And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our desperate determination never to forget.

Colleen McCullough
There is a legend about a bird that 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. 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 the great pain. … Or so says the legend.

Colleen McCullough
The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.

Colleen McCullough
Oh, that feels good! I don't know who invented ties and then insisted a man was only properly dressed when he wore one, but if I ever meet him, I'll strangle him with his own invention

Colleen McCullough
How frightening, that one person could mean so much, so many things.

Colleen McCullough