Robert Montgomery.
One person told me that every time she wears Lanvin men fall in love with her, and I thought that was so beautiful. The other one told me that she was in a taxi going to face her husband’s lawyer because she was getting a divorce, but she was wearing Lanvin and she felt so protected. If I can make men fall in love with women and if I can protect women, I think I can die peacefully.

— Alber Elbaz

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I never lived anywhere very long when I was a kid; we moved around all the time. I moved here when I was 19, and I never felt in all the cities that I lived in, which was seven or eight, I never felt that anywhere was home until I moved here. And no city was a kind of tough, magnificent, big, messy friend of mine. Its arms kind of elbowed me sometimes and hugged me other times. Every time I get off the plane, I tell my wife that by the time I walk out of Kennedy, I’m a little taller, better looking, and smarter.

— Clark Gregg, Trust Me.

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You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

— Warsan Shire

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There is nothing more beautiful than seeing a person being themselves. Imagine going through your day being unapologetically you.

— Steve Maraboli

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Françoise Hardy,Paris, May 1962.
My mother was right: When you’ve got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.

— Jane Birkin

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I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed.

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Young and Beautiful, Lana Del Rey.

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Renée Perle by Jacques-Henri Lartigue, Biarritz.