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

Yes, I do touch. I believe that everyone needs that.

The biggest disease this day and age is that of people feeling unloved.

Everybody needs hugs.

All people want to be touched.

I’ve got to have a place where I can find peace of mind.

I’m much closer to the people at the bottom than the people at the top, and the latter won’t forgive me for it.

Being constantly in the public eye gives me a special responsibility, particularly that of using the impact of photographs to transmit a message, to sensitize the word to an important cause, to defend certain values.

It’s not sissy to show your feeling.

I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world. I had tremendous hope in me.

The people that I care about are the people out there on the street. I can identify with them.

Hugs can do great amounts of good – especially for children.

There’s no better way to dismantle a personality than to isolate it.

They say it is better to be poor and happy than rich and miserable, but how about a compromise like moderately rich and just moody?

Life is just a journey.

I work on instinct. It’s my best adviser.

I’m a free spirit – unfortunately for some.

In love with September’s sun the season that begins all witchy things and stirs the soul.

The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion; it is the ‘Living Infinite.

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface.

For love all love of other sights controls and makes one little room an everywhere.

Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.

Love is a great beautifier.

Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.

It’s very inconvenient to be loved. Nearly everyone has found that out, sooner or later. The fewer people who love you the less you will have to suffer.