Audrey Hepburn
Audrey Hepburn
Audrey Hepburnwas a British actress. Recognised as a film and fashion icon, Hepburn was active during Hollywood's Golden Age. She was ranked by the American Film Institute as the third-greatest female screen legend in Golden Age Hollywood and was inducted into the International Best Dressed List Hall of Fame. Born in Ixelles, a district of Brussels, Hepburn spent her childhood between Belgium, England and the Netherlands. In Amsterdam, she studied ballet with Sonia Gaskell before moving to London in 1948,...
NationalityBelgian
ProfessionMovie Actress
Date of Birth4 May 1929
CityIxelles, Belgium
CountryBelgium
And I always heard people in New York never get to know their neighbors.
A child is a child in any country, whatever the politics. Let's get down to basics. That's what a child forces you to do. Nothing else much matters, there is no complicated diplomacy, when a child is starving. It's simple. And we'd better do something about it. For our sakes, too. That is, if we want to continue to call ourselves human.
I have a long-lasting gratitude and trust for what UNICEF does.
I've always had- how shall I say it? -the prize at the end. My whole life shows that.
What would be awful would be to die and look back miserably - seeing only the bad things, the opportunities missed, or what could have been.
I may not always be offered work, but I'll always have my family.
The most important thing is growing old gracefully.
When I wear a silk scarf I never feel so definitely like a woman, a beautiful woman
I decided, very early on, just to accept life unconditionally; I never expected it to do anything special for me, yet I seemed to accomplish far more than I had ever hoped. Most of the time it just happened to me without my ever seeking it.
Is there anything more important than a child?
I'm half-Irish, half-Dutch, and I was born in Belgium. If I was a dog, I'd be in a hell of a mess!
Always be a first-rate version of yourself.
This is what you do on your very first day in Paris. You get yourself, not a drizzle, but some honest-to-goodness rain, and you find yourself someone really nice and drive her through the Bois de Boulogne in a taxi. The rain's very important. That's when Paris smells its sweetest. It's the damp chestnut trees.
Fewer things are lovelier to me than a full-blown rose when it opens up its heart.