Grumbling is the death of love. – Marlene Dietrich
Gentleman. A man who buys two of the same morning paper from the doorman of his favorite nightclub when he leaves with his girl. – Marlene Dietrich
Grumbling is the death of love. – Marlene Dietrich
Gentleman. A man who buys two of the same morning paper from the doorman of his favorite nightclub when he leaves with his girl. – Marlene Dietrich
I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men. – Marlene Dietrich
Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast. – Marlene Dietrich
Creation destroys as it goes, throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death, multiply itself million upon million, rear up city upon city, save every parasite alive, until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror. – David Herbert Lawrence