“The kindness and affection from the public have carried me through some of the most difficult periods, and always your love and affection have eased the journey.”

Whoever is in the distress can call me. I will come running wherever they are.

As always, a million heartfelt thanks for bringing such joy into this chick’s life.

I wear my heart on my sleeve.

I should never have played with fire and I did. And I got very burned.

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

I wish all the mothers, fathers and children out there realize how much I need them and how much I value their support.

I like to be a free spirit. Some don’t like that, but that’s the way I am.

I love to hold people’s hands when I visit hospitals, even though they are shocked because they haven’t experienced anything like it before, but to me it is a normal thing to do.

You can’t do anything good that you don’t feel in your heart.

The worse illness of our time, is that so many people have to suffer from never being loved.

From the first day I joined that family, nothing could be done naturally any more.

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.

Helping people in need is a good and essential part of my life, a kind of destiny.

Death doesn’t frighten me.

I want my boys to have an understanding of people’s emotions, their insecurities, people’s distress, and their hopes and dreams.

The greatest problem in the world today is intolerance. Everyone is so intolerant of each other.

The entire ocean is affected by a single pebble.

Man does not live by murder alone. He needs affection, approval, encouragement and, occasionally, a hearty meal.

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.

I would tell anyone who wants something from someone else to feign not wanting it. People are perverse. If you show great affection to them, they’ll run the other way.

We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection.

Once you have drunk from the water of unconditional love, no other well can satisfy your thirst. The pangs of separation may become so intense that seeking the affection of the Beloved becomes an obsession.

You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent.

Parental affection is, perhaps, the blindest modification of perverse self-love