There’s a kind of emotional exploration you plumb with a friend that you don’t really do with your family.
BETTE MIDLERSome say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
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The inventor of the modern foundation garment that we women wear today was a German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling.
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After thirty, a body has a mind of its own.
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I married a German. Every night I dress up as Poland and he invades me.
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Make sure your life is a rare entertainment! It doesn’t take anything drastic. You needn’t be gorgeous or wealthy or smart, just very enthusiastic!
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Just remember, during the winter, far beneath the bitter snow, that there’s a seed that with the sun’s love in the spring becomes a rose.
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Even if the whole human race dies off because we keep fighting and killing each other and being heartless, the planet will take care of itself. Eventually, after millions of years.
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People have an obligation to live up to their potential.
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I firmly believe that with the right footwear one can rule the world.
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Without passion, the powers-that-be can run roughshod over you.
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I’ve always said that people have unrealistic expectations.
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When I started in this [music] business, I had a dream, but it was amorphous, and I had no experience. I just had a fuzzy notion of what life would be like if I became what I pictured.
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I’m the last of the truly tacky women. I do trash with flash and sleaze with ease.
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I read a comment that made me think I should stop singing for a while. And I didn’t want to stop singing, because it was the only thing I loved. At first I thought,
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A person’s life is a journey, a road. Sometimes you go off the road and sometimes you stay on all the way through. But you are the only one on that road. It’s your road.
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Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
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