Being a mother, singer and actress is a definite juggling act, but I don't think I would be comfortable any other way.
The liberty of the individual is no gift of civilization. It was greatest before there was any civilization.
Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
We choose not randomly each other. We meet only those who already exists in our subconscious.
The aim of psychoanalysis is to relieve people of their neurotic unhappiness so that they can be normally unhappy.
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
Willow: Hey, clothes. Tara: Better not get used to 'em.
I think we have gone too far into the PC culture. But there's a limit to how far we can take that.
The only way out of today's misery is for people to become worthy of each other's trust.
That is another chamber of my heart that shows no electrical activity - the chamber that used to flicker into life when I saw a film that moved me, or read a book that inspired me, or listened to music that made me want to cry. I closed that chamber myself, for all the usual reasons. And now I seem to have made a pact with some philistine devil: if I don't attempt to re-open it, I will be allowed just enough energy and optimism to get through a working day without wanting to hang myself.