“Any girl can be glamorous. All you have to do is stand still and look stupid.”

I know why most people never get rich. They put the money ahead of the job. If you just think of the job, the money will automatically follow. This never fails.

I win because I learned years ago that scared money always loses. I never care, so I win.

I can excuse everything but boredom. Boring people don’t have to stay that way.

When I attained a certain advanced intimacy with a man, and I don’t just mean sex, I married him.

Jack Kennedy always said to me, Hedy, get involved. That’s the secret of life. Try everything. Join everything. Meet everybody.

The world isn’t getting any easier. With all these new inventions I believe that people are hurried more and pushed more, The hurried way is not the right way; you need time for everything – time to work, time to play, time to rest.

I don’t have any gnawing guilt over contributing to any unhappiness suffered by my husbands. They were as much to blame as I was.

Dates with actors, finally, just seemed to me evenings of shop talk. I got sick of it after a hile. So the more famous I became, the more I narrowed down my choices.

Compromise and tolerance are magic words. It took me 40 years to become philosophical.

I have never seen a wrestling match or a prize fight, and I don’t want to. When I find out a man is interested in these sports, I drop him.

All my six husbands married me for different reasons.

I was born an only child in Vienna, Austria. My father found hours to sit by me by the library fire and tell fairy stories.

It is easier for women to succeed in business, the arts, and politics in America than in Europe.

Dirt makes a man look masculine. Let your hair blow in the wind, and all that. It’s OK. All you have to do is look neat when you have to look neat.

I’m fifty-one years old, but I’m not through yet. I have lived a full life, and intend packing in quite a lot more.

I appreciate subtlety. I have never enjoyed a kiss in front of the camera. There’s nothing to it except not getting your lipstick smeared.

It is not strange to me that persons of the fair sex should like, in all things about them, the handsomeness for which they find themselves most liked.

Satire is a sort of glass, wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own.

A cheerful look brings joy to the heart.

And I swear to you, she was so beautiful I had to keep reminding myself to blink.

It is really a hard life. Men will not be nice to you if you are not good-looking, and women will not be nice to you if you are.

The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors; it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish.

Fashion is the science of appearance, and it inspires one with the desire to seem rather than to be.

I wore black because I liked it. I still do, and wearing it still means something to me. It’s still my symbol of rebellion — against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of God, against people whose minds are closed to others’ ideas.