“It is a weakness that I lead from my heart, and not my head?”

I found myself being more and more involved with people who were rejected by society – with drug addicts, alcoholism, battered this, battered that – and I found an affinity there.

Whoever is in the distress can call me. I will come running wherever they are.

As always, a million heartfelt thanks for bringing such joy into this chick’s life.

I wear my heart on my sleeve.

I should never have played with fire and I did. And I got very burned.

I’d like to be queen of people’s hearts.

I wish all the mothers, fathers and children out there realize how much I need them and how much I value their support.

I like to be a free spirit. Some don’t like that, but that’s the way I am.

I love to hold people’s hands when I visit hospitals, even though they are shocked because they haven’t experienced anything like it before, but to me it is a normal thing to do.

You can’t do anything good that you don’t feel in your heart.

The worse illness of our time, is that so many people have to suffer from never being loved.

From the first day I joined that family, nothing could be done naturally any more.

As for becoming queen, it was never on the forefront of my mind when I married my husband. It was a long way off, that thought.

Helping people in need is a good and essential part of my life, a kind of destiny.

Death doesn’t frighten me.

I want my boys to have an understanding of people’s emotions, their insecurities, people’s distress, and their hopes and dreams.

Who could have foretold the heart grows cold from touching others.

A loving heart is the truest wisdom.

You are a piece of art with a beating heart.

No matter how many tears are running down her face, They’ll never stand a chance to the fire burning in her heart.

Pursue what catches your heart, not what catches your eyes.

I shall not waste my time in rounding periods, nor in fabricating the turgid bombast of artificial feelings, which, coming from the head, never reach the heart.

He has magic in his tears, even the rain envied.

I like to see your eyes praise me and, during such recitals, there are interruptions, not ungrateful to the heart, when the honey that drops from the lips is not merely words.