“As for becoming queen, it was never on the forefront of my mind when I married my husband. It was a long way off, that thought.”

Yes, I do touch. I believe that everyone needs that.

The biggest disease this day and age is that of people feeling unloved.

Everybody needs hugs.

All people want to be touched.

I’ve got to have a place where I can find peace of mind.

I’m much closer to the people at the bottom than the people at the top, and the latter won’t forgive me for it.

Being constantly in the public eye gives me a special responsibility, particularly that of using the impact of photographs to transmit a message, to sensitize the word to an important cause, to defend certain values.

It’s not sissy to show your feeling.

I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. I had tremendous hope in me.

The people that I care about are the people out there on the street. I can identify with them.

Hugs can do great amounts of good – especially for children.

There’s no better way to dismantle a personality than to isolate it.

They say it is better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?

Life is just a journey.

I work on instinct. It’s my best adviser.

I’m a free spirit – unfortunately for some.

Personally, I don’t like a girlfriend to have a husband. If she’ll fool her husband, I figure she’ll fool me.

Lakshmi, the Goddess of wealth, comes of Her own accord where fools are not respected, grain is well stored up, and the husband and wife do not quarrel.

Whenever I fail as a father or husband. A toy and a diamond always works.

A good wife is one who serves her husband in the morning like a mother does, loves him in the day like a sister does and pleases him like a prostitute in the night.

Knowledge is lost without putting it into practice; a man is lost due to ignorance; an army is lost without a commander; and a woman is lost without a husband.

When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife’s right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.

I am a woman who is a granddaughter of a lady who used to be beaten on the head by her husband, of a mother who went through hell because she was divorced and had to bring up these kids. And I can take 10 men out to lunch and pay the bill, and nobody even thinks twice about it. So don’t mess with me.

And every day I thank [God] that I am alive, not because I fear death, but because my wife has a husband and my son is not an orphan.