“My husband is not a jealous person in any way.”

It’s true that you need much time to get rid of the fat girl you once were, but you know I am sincerely grateful for my buttocks.

I accept my body. I accept how I am and make the best of what I am given. Children orientate towards examples. That’s why I talk solely positive about my body in front of my daughter.

Loving someone is setting them free, letting them go.

I’m a normal human being. I don’t have any desire to change my body as a result of having had two kids. That’s a good thing, isn’t it?

One of the reasons I’ve never done intensive psychotherapy or any of that stuff is that if there’s anything in me that needs fixing, I want to know that I can rely on my own intuition to fix it.

I was a wayward child, very passionate and very determined. If I made up my mind to do something, there was no stopping me.

I wouldn’t dream of working on something that didn’t make my gut rumble and my heart want to explode.

Having children just puts the whole world into perspective. Everything else just disappears.

I kept on going and I overcame my fears and got over my insecurities.

Femininity for me means happiness and freedom, freedom of being who you are in whatever shape or size you come in.

You can’t be a proper writer without a touch of madness, can you?

The retouching is excessive. I do not look like that and more importantly, I don’t desire to look like that.

I suffered from ‘No one will ever fancy me!’ syndrome, well into my teens. Even now I do not consider myself to be some kind of great, sexy beauty. Absolutely not.

There’s more to life than cheek bones.

It doesn’t make any sense that’s why I trust it!

If being crazy means living life as if it matters, then I don’t mind being completely insane.

I love what I do professionally, I’m really blessed. But my priority is my husband and my children.

Lord Help the Mister that comes between Me and My Sister.

I can hide, and my husband’s just terrible at finding me. I do like to jump out from behind doors and scare him.

An early-rising man is a good spouse but a bad husband.

It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands.

Can we today measure devotion to husband and children by our indifference to everything else?

Wives don’t need a good provider, they need a Godly man who will help them trust in The Provider – God!!

I COULDN’T stand that my husband was being unfaithful. I am Raquel Welch – understand?