“I’d like to be queen of people’s hearts.”

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.

I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.

As artists, we are eternally heartbroken.

Attachment of anything is the distraction of everything.

Though the heart loves it is the mind that commits such passions to memory.

At times, listening to the heart rather than the mind gives birth to enchanting moments.

How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

Every day I observe more and more the folly of judging of others by ourselves; and I have so much trouble with myself, and my own heart is in such constant agitation, that I am well content to let others pursue their own course, if they only allow me the same privilege.

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.