Golda Meir Quotes - Page 4

Show me a sensible person who likes himself or herself! I know myself too well to like what I see. I know but too well that I'm not what I'd like to be.

It is true we have won all our wars, but we have paid for them. We don't want victories anymore.

Being seventy is not a sin. It's not a joy, either.

It's no accident many accuse me of conducting public affairs with my heart instead of my head. Well, what if I do?.. Those who don't know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either.

The dog that trots about finds a bone.

The public history of modern art is the story of conventional people not knowing what they are dealing with.

Fashion is an imposition, a reign on freedom.

There is no such thing as a Palestinian.

The deserts of the Middle East are in need of water, not bombers.

the modern woman asks herself: Is there something wrong with me if my children don't fill up my life?

How can I explain the difference to me between America and Russia?.. the America I've known is a place where men on horseback escort union marchers, the Russia I've known is a place where men on horseback slaughter young Socialists and Jews.

I don't know why you use a fancy French word like detente when there's a good English phrase for it - cold war.

Men who have reached and passed forty-five, have a look as if waiting for the secret of the other world, and as if they were perfectly sure of having found out the secret of this.

Glorious bouquets and storms of applause are the trimmings which every artist naturally enjoys.

As President Nixon says, presidents can do almost anything, and President Nixon has done many things that nobody would have thought of doing.

I'm a slave to this leaf in a diary that lists what I must do, what I must say, every half hour.

Can we today measure devotion to husband and children by our indifference to everything else?

It is a dreadful thing to see the dead city. Next to the port I found children, women, the old, waiting for a way to leave. I entered the houses, there were houses where the coffee and pita bread were left on the table, and I could not avoid [thinking] that this, indeed, had been the picture in many Jewish towns [i.e., in Europe, during World War II].