“We all want to be loved, don’t we? Everyone looks for a way of finding love. It’s a constant search for affection in every walk of life.”

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries or the way she combs her hair.

Whatever you love most, you fear you might lose, you know it can change. Why do you look from left to right when you cross the street? Because you don’t want to get run over. But, you still cross the street.

Make-up can only make you look pretty on the outside but it doesn’t help if your ugly on the inside. Unless you eat the make-up.

Is there anything more important than a child?

I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipsitck.

And I think that’s what life is all about, actually, about children and flowers.

I don’t need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain.

When you have nobody you can make a cup of tea for, when nobody needs you, that’s when I think life is over.

Why change? Everyone has his own style. When you have found it, you should stick to it.

A woman can be beautiful as well as intellectual.

Giving is living. If you stop wanting to give, there’s nothing more to live for.

I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it.

To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.

I believe in kissing, kissing a lot.

Never regret anything that makes you smile.

Civilization is human rights, it is the path of setting man free from men, phobia, to survive it, we must cultivate the science of human relationships.

You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent.

Parental affection is, perhaps, the blindest modification of perverse self-love

Few, I believe, have had much affection for mankind, who did not first love their parents, their brothers, sisters, and even the domestic brutes, whom they first played with.

Friendship is a serious affection; the most sublime of all affections, because it is founded on principle, and cemented by time.

Can’t you see you’re toxic to me there’s no affection just obsession?

The feelings of our heart, the agitation of our passions, the vehemence of our affections, dissipate all its conclusions, and reduce the profound philosopher to a mere plebeian.

I was so moved by your false affections I was pushed right off the ledge but love didn’t come to find me abandonment did instead.

Any of us can live without affecting one another.