“The tears I have cried over Germany have dried. I have washed my face.”

America took me into her bosom when there was no longer a country worthy of the name, but in my heart I am German – German in my soul.

Glamour is what I sell, it’s my stock in trade.

A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman.

I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men.

You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it’s no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long.

Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they do not like him.

I never enjoyed working in a film.

To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life.

It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.

The Germans and I no longer speak the same language.

I am not a myth.

A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties.

How do you know love is gone? If you said that you would be there at seven and you get there by nine, and he or she has not called the police yet – it’s gone.

The weak are more likely to make the strong weak than the strong are likely to make the weak strong.

There is a gigantic difference between earning a great deal of money and being rich.

A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma.

If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.

There’s nothing that makes me laugh more than being in the situation where you’re not supposed to laugh. Funerals. People crying. Breaking down. Telling you their life. I’m the worst. I’m the worst at that.

Somedays, I miss you so much I can’t breathe. I cry and cry but it only makes my heart feel heavier. Tonight feels like one of those times. Your absence will be the death of me.

Bittersweet is kind of my own favourite style because I want to be able to cry to the same song that I also can laugh to.

That moment I felt a bit like crying. I don’t really know why. Nana’s hand felt so warm that it even warmed my heart.

Anyone can make you smile, many people can make you cry, but it takes someone really special to make you smile with tears in your eyes.

Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.

A reporter once asked me if I ever cried. I wonder if people think I’m just as hard as a rock and have no emotions at all.