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Good digestion is for the bovine.
Christina Stead
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She is never more herself than when she destroys herself.
Christina Stead
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Men are always good to fools and perfect idiots,” cried Henny impatiently. “A man will run ten miles from a woman with sense.
Christina Stead
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It's immoral to work to make money. There's something unlucky in it. You got to work for the work. You got to work on a farm, for the farm - then it makes money.
Christina Stead
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God, what we women have to put up with; and I’m not even allowed to complain.
Christina Stead
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Each Australian is a Ulysses.
Christina Stead
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Tolstoy said that “each unhappy family is unhappy in a way of its own
Christina Stead
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Instead, she looked vaguely about, sniffing that familiar smell of fresh dirtiness which belongs to mankind’s extreme youth, a pleasant smell to mothers. Henny had spent twelve years in that atmosphere.
Christina Stead
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A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not. That poor miserable brat of his is growing up, and I certainly licked the hide off her; and she's seen marriage at its worst, and now she's dreaming about 'supermen' and 'great men'. What is the good of doing anything for them?
Christina Stead
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The world would not let him rave, this was the great injustice he suffered from: he stalked up and down being angry, in futility;
Christina Stead
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The waste, the insane freaks of these money men, the cynicism and egotism of their life... I'll show that they are not brilliant, not romantic, not delightful, not intelligent.
Christina Stead
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You will never break up my home. I know that’s been your object for years and the aim of all your secret maneuvers. I love my children as no man ever loved his before. I know men love their children, but mine are bound up in me, part of me.
Christina Stead
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What a dreary stodgy world of adults the children saw when they went out!
Christina Stead
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All new money is made through the shifting of social classes and the dispossession of old classes.
Christina Stead
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The light of the years to come, to me; and the law would give them into your charge because you are their mother, no matter what kind of a woman you are.
Christina Stead
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A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not.
Christina Stead
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I’m an old woman, your mother’s an old woman, so I’ll be an old woman, and I’ll do what I please.
Christina Stead
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She knows that soon she will have escaped into the world of the people better than us, the great objective world better than Shakespeare and Beethoven and Donatello put together—didn’t they all come out of it?
Christina Stead
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About the girls she only thought of marriage, and about marriage she thought as an ignorant, dissatisfied, but helpless slave did of slavery.
Christina Stead
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If all the rich people in the world divided up their money among themselves, there wouldn't be enough to go around.
Christina Stead
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She saw her husband for the first time: she had married a child whose only talent was an air of engaging helplessness by which he got the protection of certain goodhearted people
Christina Stead
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Loneliness is a terrible blindness.
Christina Stead
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She said, her children should not live on trash, her children had to fight for their livings, having such a silly, puffed-up ignoramus of a father, her girls were not going to be underfed “mud rats.”
Christina Stead
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I saw my entire life a waste, a desert of shame and unspeakable sorrow, and behind me, a suicided wife!
Christina Stead
