“Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.”

I’d much rather eat pasta and drink wine than be a size 0.

Beauty is no handicap if you don’t think about it.

The most indespensible ingredient of all good home cooking: love for those you are cooking for.

Jealousy is a miserable feeling. It means you aspire to something that you cannot have. Even in love, it is better to leave, better not to waste time.

If you can learn to use your mind as well as your powder puff, you will become more truly beautiful.

A mother has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.

True happiness is impossible without solitude.

Being beautiful can never hurt, but you have to have more. You have to sparkle, you have to be fun, you have to make your brain work if you have one.

The Fountain of Youth is in your mind.

I am lucky. I had a very beautiful mother.

Sex appeal is 50% what you’ve got and 50% what people think you’ve got.

I was born wise. Street-wise, people-wise, self-wise. This wisdom was my birthright.

There is no better love potion than a coffee. When a man drinks the coffee made by you he will become forever yours.

I’ve never tried to block out the memories of the past, even though some are painful. I don’t understand people who hide from their past. Everything you live through helps to make you the person you are now.

Getting ahead in a difficult profession requires avid faith in yourself. That is why some people with mediocre talent, but with great inner drive, go so much further than people with vastly superior talent.

Beauty is in you and is reflected in your eyes. It is not material.

You’re as beautiful as the moon in the wilderness of the moon.

I have always liked the contrast between being blonde and having dark features.

To tell a woman who is forty, “You look like sixteen,” is boloney. The blarney way of saying it is “Tell me how old you are, I should like to know at what age women are the most beautiful.

So grand yet so small, so important yet so irrelevant, so beautiful yet so shallow, must thee live in illusion or does real life leave too much of a confusion?

My loneliness envies company. I searched for it for years, a specific kind of love. We all dream of something perfect though could find something so much more beautiful.

God made me in my beautiful form so I’m just trying to execute it.

Plain women know more about men than beautiful women do.

Messed up people even see the beauty in all the shitty places.