“I don’t want to be married to someone who feels inferior to my success or because I make more money than he does.”

My real difficulty was to become a normal person again, after having been a movie actress for so long. For me, at the time I was living in New York and Hollywood, a normal person was someone who made movies.

Getting angry doesn’t solve anything.

For a woman, forty is torture, the end.

When at last I took the time to look into the heart of a flower, it opened up a whole new world; a world where every country walk would be an adventure, where every garden would become an enchanted one.

Why getting angry? Getting angry doesn’t solve anything. I don’t like yelling and fighting and I can’t quarrel, I prefer to let it drop. When people use disagreeable words, I feel crushed and remember them for a long time.

I would like to be remembered as someone who accomplished useful deeds, and who was a kind and loving person. I would like to leave the memory of a human being with a correct attitude and who did her best to help others.

The idea of my life as a fairy tale is itself a fairy tale.

I don’t like yelling and fighting, and I can’t quarrel.

I do isometrics in church so while I’m doing my soul some good, I’m doing my body some good, too.

I’ve had happy moments in my life, but I don’t think that happiness– being happy– is a perpetual state that anyone can be in. Life isn’t that way.

I’ll be goddamned if I’m going to stay in a business where I have to get up earlier and earlier and it takes longer and longer for me to get in front of a camera.

At times I think I actually hate Hollywood. I have many acquaintances there, but few friends.

I never say ‘never,’ and I never say ‘always.’

Our life dictates a certain kind of wardrobe.

I loved acting. I didn’t particularly like being a movie star.

A person has to keep something to herself or you’re life is just a layout in a magazine.

After the flood, the colors were brightened demand tears of pain to feel so enlightened. Lassoed hope from the clouds that caused it to rain, divine intervention to feel love again.

I will feel whatever the fuck I want to feel.

Feel the sun on your skin and smile and let your mind wander a while.

I would rather feel compassion than know the meaning of it. I would hope to act with compassion without thinking of personal gain.

Don’t share your feelings to someone until your heart never feels them real.

Never forget you’re better off alone than with somebody that makes you feel lonely, when you are together.

This pandemic has felt like a constant battle between grief and gratitude.

Whatever I feel is not a choice, but dwelling on it is, so I stand up and walk and walk and walk a w a y.