“I understand people’s suffering, people’s pain, more than you will every know yourself.”

I will fight for my children on any level so they can reach their potential as human beings and in their public duties.

The press is ferocious. It forgives nothing, it only hunts for mistakes. In my position anyone sane would have left a long time ago.

What must it be like for a little boy to read that daddy never loved mummy?

I’m aware that people I have loved and have died and are in the spirit world looking after me.

No one sat me down with a piece of paper and said, This is what is expected of you. But I’m lucky enough in the fact that I have found my role. I love being with people.

Being a princess isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

I love working with children, and I have learned to be very patient with them.

The public wanted a fairy princess to come and touch them and everything would turn to gold. Little did they realise that the individual is crucifying herself inside because she didn’t think she was good enough.

I don’t want expensive gifts; I don’t want to be bought. I have everything I want. I just want someone to be there for me, to make me feel safe and secure.

You have so much pain inside yourself that you try & hurt yourself on the outside because you want help.

I adore him I have never been so happy. I have real love.

I am all about caring. I have always been like that.

Don’t call me an icon. I’m just a mother trying to help.

Princess Diana was a wonderful, caring philanthropist. She would come sometimes into the church and sit at the back and pray.

A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s.

It’s vital that the monarchy keeps in touch with the people. It’s what I try and do.

Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

What I think I’ve been able to do well over the years is play with pain, play with problems, play in all sorts of conditions.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

A bruised heart that chooses to beat with a passion for God amid pulsing pain and confusion may just be the most expensive offering placed on the divine altar.

Pain stole my heart and made it home. And I can’t do anything but welcome it.

Forever dreaming of a faraway place, where the sun melts my sorrows and blows kisses on my face.

There is so much rain in my heart and yet it feels so empty. Then I remember, for flowers to grow, you need sunshine too.