“What’s in your soul is in your soul.”

Judge not for your flaws, but for your Triumphs!

You get that love from the people. It lets me know that all the madness I go through, all the stuff that the business has to offer with all its madness; it makes it worthwhile.

I’ve always been a thin girl. I’m not going to be fat, ever. Let’s get that straight. Whitney is not going to be fat, ever. Okay?

I’m the kind of person, if, if I have a day that is nerve-wracking, or my week has been bad or something’s going down, I won’t eat. Some people eat, I don’t eat. And it shows in my physical frame.

No, I’m not a drug addict, and neither is my husband. If that were so, you’d get a lot less work out of me. It would show in the performances and in the work.

I almost wish I could be more exciting, that I could match what is happening out there to me.

I’ve never felt like this in any other country. I feel at home, I feel wonderful.

I’ve got some good saints out there – that’s right – that pray for me constantly. You’ve gotta have that! You do.

Crack is cheap. I make too much money to ever smoke crack. Let’s get that straight. OK? We don’t do crack. We don’t do that. Crack is whack.

Learning to love yourself, is the greatest love all.

I am not self-destructive. I am not a person who wants to die.

There can be miracles when you believe.

My mother was the first singer I had contact with. She sang constantly to us around the house, in church.

I broke my heart for every gain, to taste the sweet I faced the pain.

Sometimes you’ll laugh. Sometimes you’ll cry. Life never tells us, the when’s or why’s. When you’ve got friends, to wish you well. You’ll find your point when. You will exhale.

When the night falls, my lonely heart calls.

You are your own soulmate.

The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew a way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.

The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears.

That the soul of the individual eternally hungers for the heroism of genuine being.

Only he whose thoughts are controlled and purified, makes the winds and the storms of the soul obey him.

Wild one, be still and listen your soul will whisper to you even in the darkest of moments.

Soul tired, time to decipher, harness it to take you higher.

That is the thing about selfish people. They gamble entire beings. Entire souls to please their own.