“Getting angry doesn’t solve anything.”

As an unmarried woman, I was thought to be a danger.

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.

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

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.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

Masculine anger is always because you are feeling constrained, trapped by life. Feminine anger is always because you are feeling unloved.

Can I doubt the shape of the earth? Can I judge a minute for lasting sixty seconds, a day for being grey or cold and leaves for falling from trees? Can I speak too loud when I am angry or stay quiet when I disagree? Can I forget about the norms and make some of my own?

I have not lost faith in God. I have moments of anger and protest. Sometimes I’ve been closer to him for that reason.

Nothing appeases an enraged elephant so much as the sight of a little lamb.

In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.

Spiritual practice is the capacity to offer your love even when you feel hurt, closed down, tense, angry, misunderstood, or hated.

Let the enemy rage at the gate; let him knock, pound, scream, howl; let him do his worst. We know for certain that he cannot enter our soul except by the door of our consent.