Everybody has a heart. Except some people.
BETTE DAVISWhat a fool I was to come to Hollywood where they only understand platinum blondes and where legs are more important than talent.
More Bette Davis Quotes
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Once the love bug wears off, as it inevitably does, you are shocked to discover that you really didn’t know the object of your affections at all. We know this to be so, even as we repeat the same mistake over and over and over.
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Men become much more attractive when they start looking older. But it doesn’t do much for women, though we do have an advantage: make-up.
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A sure way to lose happiness, I found, is to want it at the expense of everything else.
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Pray to God and say the lines.
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The world’s all full of thoughts about wars and space, and tragedies to the world. That’s what writers are thinking about because that’s what the world is thinking about.
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I think I’ll have a large order of prognosis negative.
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I often think that a slightly exposed shoulder emerging from a long satin nightgown packs more sex than two naked bodies in bed.
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You will never be happier than you expect. To change your happiness, change your expectation.
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Your luck is how you treat people.
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One can be respected with the truth in Hollywood just as much as anywhere else you know or else I wouldn’t have had a career.
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People often become actresses because of something they dislike about themselves: They pretend they are someone else.
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Evil people you never forget them. And that’s the aim of any actress-never to be forgotten.
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I’ve always liked men better than women.
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I will not retire while I’ve still got my legs and my make-up box.
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At 50, I thought proudly: Here we are, half century! Being 60 was fairly frightening. You want to know how I spent my 70th birthday? I put on a completely black face, a fuzzy black Afro wig, wore black clothes and hung a black wreath on my door.
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