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Thorn bird legend The Thorn Birds

with Richard Chamberlain (American actor and singer, King of the Miniseries) as Ralph de Bricassart (a priest driven by ambition he never be what he want) , Sydney Penny (American actress) as Meggie as child and Rachel Ward (English-Australian actress, film director, screenwriter) as Meggie Cleary (The Thorn Birds central character, the only daughter in a large family of sons).

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Dialogues with pictures


MEGGIE: Father, promise you won't ever leave me. RALPH DE BRICASSART: Darling Meggie. Meggie, Frank had to leave. MEGGIE: Why? RALPH DE BRICASSART: Because it hurt him too much to stay. MEGGIE: It'll hurt more without Mom and me because we're the ones who love him. RALPH DE BRICASSART: For each of us, there comes a time when he must search for the thing he thinks he needs above all else. No matter what it costs. MEGGIE: You mean the thing that'll make him happy? RALPH DE BRICASSART: Happy. There's a story a legend about a bird that sings just once in its lifeThere'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 treeit 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 out-sing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its life for just one song but the whole world stills to listen. And God in his heaven smiles. MEGGIE: What does it mean, Father? RALPH DE BRICASSART: That the best is bought only at the cost of great pain. CARDINAL DE BRICASSART: Long ago, I told you a story, a legend
Long ago, I told you a story, a legend
about a bird that sings only when it dies. MEGGIE: The bird with the thorn in its breast.
The bird with the thorn in its breast.
You said it pays its life for that one song. But the whole world stills to listen. And God in his Heaven smiles. CARDINAL DE BRICASSART: Driven to the thorn, with no knowledge of the dying to come. But when we press the thorn to our breast, we know, we understand and still we do it.