We were incompatible in a lot of ways. Like for example, I was a night person, and he didn’t like me.
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.
Any woman who thinks the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach is aiming about ten inches too high.
Ted needs someone to be there 100 percent of the time. He thinks that’s love. It’s not love – it’s babysitting.
It’s afterward you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn’t necessarily prove that you loved him.
When men do dishes, it’s called helping. When women do dishes, it’s called life.
Feminism is an entire world of gestalt, not just a laundry list of women’s issues.
The only real elegance is in the mind.
~Diana Vreeland, Vogue editor