If you like a man and he likes you, you should get married as fast as you can. Otherwise, you both are going to change your minds. There's plenty of time for that after marriage.

I want a man who's kind and understanding. Is that too much to ask of a millionaire?

Personally, I know nothing about sex, because I have always been married.

As a teenager, I preferred the company of boys to girls, focusing always on the most indifferent male and flirting with him until he became my slave.

Having been engaged rather a lot of times, Zsa Zsa Gabor was asked whether a lady should give back the ring. Her answer? "Of course dahlink, but first, you take out all the diamonds.

I've never been jealous. I've never had to be.

Men fall in love with their eyes - they like what they see - and women fall in love with their ears - they like what they hear!

How many husbands have I had? You mean apart from my own?

Diamonds are a girl's best friend and dogs are a man's best friend. Now you know which sex has more sense.

Every girl should be married at least once in her life. It's a must. Because once you have been married, you are a Mrs., and even if the marriage doesn't work out, they can't take that away from you.

I deserve attention not because of any talent, but just because of who I am.

I am a horsewoman. I am a princess. I am Zsa Zsa.

I am not a name-dropper. I can't help it if everybody I know is famous.

Of course I love being in love - but it is marriage that really fulfills me. But not in every case.

It's not hard to find a new husband, but someone who is, for an example, a good bridge partner for you comes along once in a lifetime.

I was hired because I am Zsa Zsa Gabor, but when I go to work, directors try to force their methods on me. John Huston's intense, precise directions tortured me.

Una mujer solo retrocede para coger carrerilla

There are years that ask questions and years that answer.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

I love myself when I am laughing. . . and then again when I am looking mean and impressive.

Sometimes, I feel discriminated against, but it does not make me angry. It merely astonishes me. How can any deny themselves the pleasure of my company? It’s beyond me.

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.

Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.

Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.

Bitterness is the coward's revenge on the world for having been hurt.

Those that don't got it, can't show it. Those that got it, can't hide it.

She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.

Research is formalized curiosity. It is poking and prying with a purpose.

Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin' fuh theyselves.

No hour is ever eternity, but it has its right to weep.

She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

A thing is mighty big when time and distance cannot shrink it.

I have the nerve to walk my own way, however hard, in my search for reality, rather than climb upon the rattling wagon of wishful illusions.

I made up my mind to keep my feelings to myself since they did not seem to matter to anyone else but me.

She stood there until something fell off the shelf inside her.

She didn't read books so she didn't know that she was the world and the heavens boiled down to a drop.

So she sat on the porch and watched the moon rise. Soon its amber fluid was drenching the earth, and quenching the thirst of the day.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.

They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

It was the meanest moment of eternity.

Love, I find, is like singing.

There is no single face in nature, because every eye that looks upon it, sees it from its own angle. So every man's spice-box seasons his own food.

I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.

...she starched and ironed her face, forming it into just what people wanted to see...

If you want that good feeling that comes from doing things for other folks then you have to pay for it in abuse and misunderstanding.

An envious heart makes a treacherous ear.

Her old thoughts were going to come in handy now, but new words would have to be made and said to fit them.

Mama exhorted her children at every opportunity to 'jump at the sun.' We might not land on the sun, but at least we would get off the ground.

Oh to be a pear tree – any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing of the beginning of the world!

He looked like the love thoughts of women.