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

You need a man you can look up to and respect. If you dethrone him it’s no wonder that you are discontented, and discontented women are not loved for long.

Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they do not like him.

I never enjoyed working in a film.

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.

It’s silence remains unbroken; no words can carry it away. Sometimes we wish the world could cry and tell us about that which made it pregnant with fear–filling grandeur.

People just don’t get as engaged in that kind of documentary – they don’t fall in love, they don’t cry, they don’t forget who they are, they don’t ride with you.

Only humans can cry tears.

No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse.

Crying to God for five minutes is equal to one hour of meditation.

Go, grieving rimes of mine, to that hard stone Whereunder lies my darling, lies my dear, And cry to her to speak from heaven’s sphere.

It’s never really fun to have to cry in a scene or anything like that.

Just to be a functioning adult in the world, we develop all of these layers of protection. When we see homeless people, we don’t cry, even though homeless people probably deserve our tears – you know, it’s a horrible thing.