“The tears I have cried over Germany have dried. I have washed my face.”

To be completely woman you need a master, and in him a compass for your life.

It’s the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.

The Germans and I no longer speak the same language.

I am not a myth.

A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties.

How do you know love is gone? If you said that you would be there at seven and you get there by nine, and he or she has not called the police yet – it’s gone.

The weak are more likely to make the strong weak than the strong are likely to make the weak strong.

There is a gigantic difference between earning a great deal of money and being rich.

A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma.

Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.

Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast.

Courage and grace are a formidable mixture. The only place to see it is in the bullring.

I had no desire to be an film actress, to always play somebody else, to be always beautiful with somebody constantly straightening out your every eyelash. It was always a big bother to me.

If there is a supreme being, he’s crazy.

Sex. In America an obsession. In other parts of the world a fact.

In America, sex is an obsession, in other parts of the world it’s a fact.

The world moves fast and it would rather pass by than to stop and see what makes you cry.

An onion can make people cry but there’s never been a vegetable that can make people laugh.

Crying is a very important part of human emotion as it helps us to vent out deep-buried thoughts or feelings.

You said you liked me smiling, then why did you leave me crying?

People have said ‘don’t cry’ to other people for years and years, and all it has ever meant is ‘I’m too uncomfortable when you show feelings.

Let’s create together, laugh together, cry together, sing together, dance together.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

I cried over beauty, I cried over pain, and the other time I cried because I felt nothing. I can’t help it. I’m just a cliché of myself.