Grumbling is the death of love. – Marlene Dietrich
Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast. – Marlene Dietrich
Grumbling is the death of love. – Marlene Dietrich
Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast. – Marlene Dietrich
I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men. – Marlene Dietrich
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. – Marlene Dietrich
I was meant to date the captain of the football team, I was going to be on a romantic excursion every Saturday night, I was destined to be collecting corsages from every boy in town before prom, accepting such floral offerings like competing sacrifices to a Delphic goddess. – Elizabeth Wurtzel