“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.”

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.

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.

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

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’s funny about men and women. Men pay in cash to get them and pay in cash to get rid of them. Women pay emotionally coming and going. Neither has it easy.

I was in constant demand, in my professional life and my personal life.

Deleted the old messages, now she is no more special.

Ignorance never yet helped anybody.

These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.

Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don’t.

An irresponsible person is a person who makes vague promises, then breaks his word, blames it on circumstances and expects other people to forgive it.

You have to break in half to love somebody.

The more you love, the more you suffer.

Hurt me with the truth. Don’t comfort me with a lie.