“When I married Prince Rainier, I married the man and not what he represented or what he was. I fell in love with him without giving a thought to anything else.”

It would be very sad if children had no memories before those of school. What they need most is the love and attention of their mother.

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.

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 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.’

As flowers are to bees you are to me.

Like sunshine at midnight, you were there for me at my darkest hour when you had absolutely no reason to.

How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.

You are whole and complete all on your own everything you need is within you peel away the layers come home.

In this wild world, flowers remind us we can blossom and still be soft.

You are so much than the darkness that surrounds you.

Speak with honesty when it comes to love.

Penetrate me with a love so deep, you will have ruined me for all others.