“Almost every girl falls in love with the wrong man, I suppose it’s part of growing up.”

From ages 10 to 12 or so, I barely remember anything.

There are certain stars who are not actors. I don’t want to be that type.

I was so young, and making movies, going to the studio every morning at dawn was magic.

The times that I have done something that I didn’t respond to emotionally right away, it’s generally not worked out too well.

I didn’t like children. I didn’t think of myself as a child. I didn’t like any of the things other children were interested in.

For the first time I feel an inner emotional security. There is reality and dependability. My life revolves around Richard and the baby.

I’ve been terrified of the water, and yet it seems I’m forced to go into in on every movie that I make.

I thought it was a wonderful line – right on the cutting room floor.

My mother used to tell me, No matter what they ask you, always say yes. You can learn later.

I’m just going to have to grow old, because I’m too terrified to have anything done.

I never knew motherhood could be so truly gratifying until I had Natasha.

At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.

I’m not very bright about money. I’m not domestic either. If I don’t learn how to cook, maybe I won’t have to.

A lot changed when I had Natasha. I’m a survivor.

Stardom is only a by-product of acting. I don’t think being a movie star is a good enough reason for existing.

I couldn’t even go to the bathroom alone. My mother or a social worker always went with me.

Ability hits the mark where presumption overshoots and diffidence falls short.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

Love falls to earth, rises from the ground, pools around the afflicted. Love pulls people back to their feet. Bodies and souls are fed. Bones and lives heal. New blades of grass grow from charred soil. The sun rises.

A fraction of an ounce of kindness from you was enough for me to fall.

When the leaves begin to fall, I find myself returning to old playlists in hopes that I can feel you holding my hand, or kissing me goodnight, or hear you singing my name into songs and blueing when it makes no sense.

Love slandered the heart, we fumbled gracefully, we fell in love with the end from the start.

Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.

Life really falls like gentle rain in june instead it tries to drown us by a sudden monsoon.