“It is splendid—to be—loved! If we only—can—live up—to the thoughts—of us—by them—that love us!” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“For a moment, after years of scamping, she felt the dread power of wifehood; they were locked in each other’s grasp till… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
It was easy to see how upsetting it would be if women began to love freely where love came to them. An… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
Love is feared: it dissolves society, it's unpopular, and it's very rare. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I love you, I love men and women, I love little children and all innocent things, I love, I feel I am… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“it was only much later that I found out hardness worked better than love.” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I shall never be a dangerous woman; I can make men love, but I cannot make them suffer. It would be much… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
She was able to feel active creation going on around her in the rocks and hills, where the mystery of lust took… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
We are primitive men; we taboo what we desire and need. How did the denying of love come to be associated with… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“By smiling, we turn devils into angels, enemies into friends; the cup of poison becomes the loving cup.” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“You fall madly in love with one man and nearly break your heart because he throws you over and years later you… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“Therefore,” he reasoned with himself, “it is love coming to claim me: I have been so long without love, hated at home,… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“You were breaking my bones and spirit and forcing your beastly love on me: a brute, a savage, a wild Indian wouldn’t… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“It is splendid—to be—loved! If we only—can—live up—to the thoughts—of us—by them—that love us!” — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“I’m afraid to write to your father: he criticizes my spelling,” sneered Henny. “And it appears I know nothing about geography. Hang his stuck-up… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“you do not know what she did not only to me but to the little children. She has tortured them, turned them against me,… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
To me, all the juice of a book is in an unpublished manuscript, and the published book is like a dead tree - just… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“Hair under the arms, for example, he said, should never be removed, for nature had put it there, and evidently it had some use.… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal. — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“A month before our marriage, I knew it would be a well-nigh hopeless union, yet so great is a young man’s idea of what… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
“For a moment, after years of scamping, she felt the dread power of wifehood; they were locked in each other’s grasp till the end—the… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
Socialist writers are made of sterner stuff than those who only let their characters steeplechase through trouble in order to comeout first in the… — Christina Stead Copy Share Image
