I have the emotions of a child in the body of a woman. I was rushed into womanhood for the movies. It caused me long moments of unhappiness and doubt.
I wear perfume even when I’m alone.
I will love Michael Jackson forever.
When women stops blushing, she has lost the most powerful weapon of charm.
How can money be the root of all evil when shopping is the cure for all sadness?
I hate being called “Liz”, because it can sound like such a hiss.
So much is said with the electricity of the eyes, the intensity of a whisper. Less is more.
Marilyn Monroe seemed to have a kind of unconscious glow about her physical self that was innocent, like a child. When she posed nude, it was ‘Gee, I am kind of, you know, sort of dishy,’ like she enjoyed it without being egotistical.
There’s still so much more to do. I can’t sit back and be complacent, and none of us should be. I get around now in a wheelchair, but I get around.
The public me, the one named Elizabeth Taylor, has become a lot of hokum and fabrication – a bunch of drivel – and I find her slightly revolting.
I’m not worried about dying. I consult with God, my maker. And I don’t have a lot of problems to work out. I’m pretty squared anyway.
Michael Jackson is part of my heart. We would do anything for each other.
Every breath you take today should be with someone else in mind...
A belly laugh increases the ability of your immune system to fight infections.
You can’t choose between right and wrong by taking a census.
I had a hollow leg. I could drink everyone under the table and not get drunk. My capacity was terrifying.
I sweat real sweat and I shake real shakes.
I’ve been married too many times. How terrible to change children’s affiliations, their affections – to give them the insecurity of placing their trust in someone when maybe that someone won’t be there next year.
There’s no deodorant like success.
Many in Hollywood viewed the public persona of the young Debbie Reynolds as demure and vulnerable to be a complete facade. Pianist Oscar Levant once quipped, “She’s as wistful as an iron factory.”