“I tried to allow my children to take risks, to test themselves. Better broken bones than broken spirit.”

There’s nothing I like less than bad arguments for a view that I hold dear.

It’s our money, and we’re free to spend it any way we please.

Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?

I have had quite an interesting life. My husband was quite successful in the movies, and we went out frequently with Gloria Swanson and other stars.

I would much rather be known as the mother of a great son than the author of a great book or the painter of a great masterpiece.

There’s nothing I like less than bad arguments for a view that I hold dear.

I have always believed that God never gives a cross to bear larger than we can carry. No matter what, he wants us to be happy, not sad. birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t we?

It is selfish to concern oneself with tragedies.

The time will come when it will disgust you to look in the mirror.

I tell myself that God gave my children many gifts – spirit, beauty, intelligence, the capacity to make friends and to inspire respect. There was only one gift he held back – length of life.

It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

More business is lost every year through neglect than through any other cause.

Neither comprehension nor learning can take place in an atmosphere of anxiety.

Any woman who still thinks marriage is a fifty-fifty proposition is only proving that she doesn’t understand either men or percentages.

Money doesn’t give you any license to relax. It gives you an opportunity to use all your abilities, free of financial worries, to go forward, and to use your superior advantages and talents to help others.

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?

I broke my own heart, hoping that you would find parts of me that you could love.

Sometimes a heart needs to break to make an exit for all the pain.

A lifetime of suffering will never be worth a moment of love.

And the darkness felt suddenly like home again. Like a familiar place in the shadows where we used to meet.

Every love that once promised you a forever will leave you at some point in your life and all that is left is a forever in boxes full of fading pictures and aching memories.

She won’t bend and break as you’d expect her to, she’s a solid form of bravery and fearlessness and that can’t be undone.

She was a strong and smart woman and could repair even a leaking sink and a broken TV. Doing everything on her own, still she always let him pull down her zipper…

You, a God I worshipped Your word was music to my ears Rose-tinted glasses: verdict You confirmed all my worst fears.