“I love walking in the woods, on the trails, along the beaches. I love being part of nature. I love walking alone. It is therapy. One needs to be alone, to recharge one’s batteries.”

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.’

Our life dictates a certain kind of wardrobe.

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou livest, Live well; how long, or short, permit to Heaven.

All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid.

And I cant deny – you’re the lesson I’m willing to love in this life.

Whatever you love opens its secrets to you.

It is very seldom that a person loves anyone they cannot in some way envy.

It’s not that she’s afraid to fall in love, she’s just afraid to be the only one who falls.

We can love with our minds, but can we love only with our minds? Love extends itself all the time, so that we can love even with our senseless nails: we love even with our clothes, so that a sleeve can feel a sleeve.

The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.