[Eva Braun] would much rather have been at [Adolf ] Hitler's side. All those excursions were to fill up her time while waiting for him to return.

[Adolf Hitler] was very close-mouthed, he was the most private individual I have ever seen, very secretive.

[Eva Braun] loved [Adolf Hitler]. She would have done that had she been able to spend 10 minutes with him. She endured a lot on his behalf, there's a great deal on that subject to be said.

[Adolf Hitler] hardly ever called [Eva Braun] "Eva." He had many Austrian diminutives for her. He called her "Evi" quite often as well as Schatzerl, Evchen, as well as other Austrian expressions.

Eva [Braun] loved [Adolf] Hitler and he was the only man in her life. She flirted and danced with other men but never would she have done more than that.

[Adolf Hitler] was always intensely worried about security and people watching or being nosy, intruding on his private life.

This was all very early on, there was no romance between them then,[Adolf] Hitler was living with Geli Raubal and made a very big display over her, that she was his great love and so forth.

Eva [Braun] and I were never involved in the financial aspects of where [Adolf] Hitler put her up.

I didn't experience the negative side of [Adolf] Hitler. My sister [Eva Braun] did, that's a big distinction.

I have also seen [Adolf] Hitler upset when they had been having words. He was not immune from being bothered or upset by their relationship.

[Wilhelm] Bruckner was one of [Adolf] Hitler's adjutants, very close to him and he'd been in the party probably since day one. Personally neither of us could stand him.

I may not know who I am, but I know where I am from.

Why do I keep thinking of her alluva sudden?! Especially when the only time my face gets red and my heart starts puonding...is when I see him! -Syaoran Li

Healing takes courage, and we all have courage, even if we have to dig a little to find it.

I think that each character has fascinated and interested me enough to want to play him.

Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you

The middlegame I repeat is chess itself, chess with all its possibilities, its attacks, defences, sacrifices, etc.

Commune with your own heart upon your bed, and be still.

Prayer is the breath of life to our soul; holiness is impossible without it

But compared with the task of selecting a piece of French pastry held by an impatient waiter a move in chess is like reaching for a salary check in its demand on the contemplative faculties.

Oh, innocent victims of Cupid, remember this terse little verse: To let a fool kiss you is stupid. To let a kiss fool you is worse.