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There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree... and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings... more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. And singing, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn. But, as it dies, it rises above its own agony, to outsing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its life for just one song, but the whole world stills to... 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
if a sheep eats bushes does it eat flowers too? a sheep eats whatever it finds even a flower with thorn? even a flower with thorns. then what's the good of thorns? Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Each of us has something within us which won't be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die. We are what we are, that's all. Like the old Celtic legend of the bird with the thorn in its breast, singing its heart out and dying. Because it has to, its self-knowledge can't affect or change the outcome, can it? Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it's the most wonderful song the world has ever heard. Don't you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost. All... Colleen McCullough
Abraham Lincoln quote: "We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice..."
We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses. Abraham Lincoln
Arthur Schopenhauer quote: "No rose without a thorn. Yes, but many a thorn without a rose."
No rose without a thorn. Yes, but many a thorn without a rose. Arthur Schopenhauer
Arthur Schopenhauer quote: "No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose."
No rose without a thorn but many a thorn without a rose. Arthur Schopenhauer
Alphonse Karr quote: "Some people grumble that Roses have thorns; I'm grateful that..."
Some people grumble that Roses have thorns; I'm grateful that thorns have roses. Alphonse Karr
It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen’s case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of somebody else’s thorns in addition to his own. Charles Dickens
Khalil Gibran quote: "The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist..."
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose. Khalil Gibran
Thomas Wilson quote: "you can complain because roses have thorns or you can rejoice..."
you can complain because roses have thorns or you can rejoice because thorns have roses. Thomas Wilson
Emily Bronte quote: "It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the..."
It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. Emily Bronte
Alphonse Karr quote: "Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I..."
Some people are always grumbling because roses have thorns; I am thankful that thorns have roses. Alphonse Karr
David Herbert Lawrence quote: "Here's to the thorn in the flower!"
Here's to the thorn in the flower! David Herbert Lawrence
The Brinktown jail is one of the most ingenious ever propounded by civic authorities. It must be remembered that Brinktown occupies the surface of a volcanic butte, overlooking a trackless jungle of quagmire, thorn, eel-vine skiver tussock. A single road leads from city down to jungle; the prisoner is merely locked out of the city. Escape is at his option; he may flee as far through the jungle as he sees fit: the entire continent is at his disposal. But no prisoner ever ventures far from... Jack Vance

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