“That’s the way you feel when you’re beaten inside. You don’t feel angry at those who’ve beaten you. You just feel ashamed.”

A career is wonderful, but you can’t curl up with it on a cold night.

A wise girl kisses but doesn’t love, listens but doesn’t believe, and leaves before she is left.

I am not a victim of emotional conflicts. I am human.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.

I don’t stop when I’m tired. I only stop when I’m done.

I’m very definitely a woman and I enjoy it.

If you’re gonna be two-faced at least make one of them pretty.

Love is rare, love is strange, nothing lasts and people change.

Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.

Your clothes should be tight enough to show you’re a woman but loose enough to show you’re a lady

A girl doesn’t need anyone who doesn’t need her

Dogs never bite me. Just humans.

I am trying to find myself. Sometimes that’s not easy.

If I play a stupid girl and ask a stupid question, I’ve got to follow it through, what am I supposed to do, look intelligent?

Everything happens for a reason.

When times are tough and people are frustrated and angry and hurting and uncertain, the politics of constant conflict may be good. But what is good politics does not necessarily work in the real world. What works in the real world is cooperation.

When I lose my temper, honey, you can’t find it any place.

Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create anger where we never meant harm; and these thoughts are the thorns in our cushion.

Patience is a conquering virtue. The learned say that, if it not desert you, It vanquishes what force can never reach; Why answer back at every angry speech? No, learn forbearance or, I’ll tell you what, You will be taught it, whether you will or not.

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

I installed a skylight in my apartment, the people who live above me are furious!