Style comes from knowing who you are and who you want to be in the world; it does not come from wanting to be somebody else, or wanting to be thinner, shorter, taller, prettier.

Style is a deeply personal expression of who you are, and every time you dress, you are asserting a part of yourself.

Nothing is more alluring to a man than a woman who looks good in her jeans.

It's empowering for women to have some tricks up their sleeve to help them look their best.

I'm very classic and structural. I love clean lines and interesting, modern details. But I'm all about being streamlined - less is more.

Some girls on the street don't have a lot of money, but they have the best style. It's not about being able to buy everything in the store.

She who dies with the most stilettos wins.

Style is about fun. True style is not about having a closet full of expensive and beautiful things - it is instead about knowing when, where, and how to utilize your collection.

Fashion is expensive. Style is not. Some of the most stylish girls I know are certainly not the wealthiest.

Like most people, I've grown a lot more sophisticated in my style choices. I know myself and what suits me better now than I did when I was much younger and feel more comfortable in my own skin.

Style is like a muscle: you have to exercise it regularly or you'll lose it.

A turquoise given by a loving hand carries with it happiness and good fortune."Arabic proverb

From sixteen to twenty, all women, kept in humor by their hopes and by their attractions, appear to be good-natured.

In the midst of the sense of tragedy or loss, sometimes laughter is not only healing, it's a way of experiencing the person that you've lost again.

I think what the secretary Hillary Clinton has recognized is the American people are extremely angry about the power of Wall Street, the greed, the illegal behavior of Wall Street.

I believe compassion to be one of the few things we can practice that will bring immediate and long-term happiness to our lives.

It seems like we're doing just enough to lose by a little.

The chemistry of dissatisfaction is as the chemistry of some marvelously potent tar. In it are the building stones of explosives, stimulants, poisons, opiates, perfumes and stenches.

The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.

Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them-a desire, a dream, a vision.

Sustainability has become an ornament.