[The lover says:] How beautiful you are, now that you love me |
A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties. A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma. |
A king, realizing his incompetence, can either delegate or abdicate his duties. A father can do neither. If only sons could see the paradox, they would understand the dilemma. |
A man would prefer to come home to an unmade bed and a happy woman than to a neatly made bed and an angry woman. |
A new kind of award has been added -- the deathbed award. It is not an award of any kind. Either the recipient has not acted at all, or was not nominated, or did not win the award the last few times around. It is intended to relieve the guilty conscience of the Academy members and save face in front of the public. The Academy has the horrible taste to have a star, choking with emotion, present this deathbed award so that there can be no doubt in anybody's mind why the award is so hurriedly given. Lucky is the actor who is too sick to watch the proceedings on television. |
Actress, singer, reluctant political heroine and 20th century icon |
America took me into her bosom when there was no longer a country worthy of the name, but in my heart I am German--German in my soul. |
Courage and grace are a formidable mixture. The only place to see it is in the bullring. |
Darling, the legs aren't so beautiful, I just know what to do with them. |
Do let him read the papers. But not while you accusingly tiptoe around the room, or perch much like a silent bird of prey on the edge of your most uncomfortable chair. (He will read them anyway, and he should read them, so let him choose his own good time.) Don't make a big exit. Just go. But kiss him quickly, before you go, otherwise he might think you are angry; he is used to suspecting he is doing something wrong. |
Gentleman. A man who buys two of the same morning paper from the doorman of his favorite nightclub when he leaves with his girl. |
Glamour is what I sell, it's my stock in trade. |
Glamour is what I sell, it's my stock in trade. |
God had to come back. . . He had to reward those who had suffered in this war that He allowed to take place. |
Grumbling is the death of love. |