Words matter. These are the best Carmen Dell’Orefice Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.

I think America may be growing up and accepting the fact that the bulk of life exists beyond 50. Because demographically… the vast population is over 50.
The money I’ve earned has enabled me to keep my life in my own hands. I had a terrific body, and I got paid for using it.
I didn’t marry to have children. I married to have a relationship, and I was blessed with one child. I was an only child, too – my mother was smarter than most women today; she just had me.
I was the Kate Moss of my day, atypical of what the public wanted, which was Brigitte Bardot. I was always tall, skinny and angular. But now, society has bought 55 years of my marketing ‘Carmen,’ and I’m considered beautiful. I hope that empowers older women.
Being on the cover of ‘Vogue’ at 15 meant nothing to me. I never really understood what it was they were looking at, what they saw in me.
Fashion is more about taste than money – you have to understand your body and tailor clothes to your needs; it’s all about the fit. I do the alterations myself – I’m quite a seamstress – it’s the influence of my Hungarian mother.
I’m not giving in to anyone else’s idea of how I ought to feel and look at 70. ‘Retirement’ is not a word I can even visualize. I retire when I go to bed!
We’re all works of art in progress.
A lot of people around me were really staggeringly rich, which I never have been. I walked in between the raindrops of real money, but I’ve stayed happy.
I exercise every day. I don’t get up and have a cup of coffee anymore, I get up and move to get blood to my brain.
I don’t believe in funerals. I believe in celebrating life, and showing people, while they’re alive, how much I care about them. And I don’t believe in this business of burial. I’m an organ donor. Whether its my skin or my eyeballs, use whatever bits are intact and put the rest in the garbage.
I understood that synergistic dance between photographer and object – ‘muse,’ if you will, ‘model,’ whatever you call us. It’s that silent language of communication, like being psychic with each other.
I hate a man who looks dirty.
I’m a working woman of 80 trying to work out what the image I can project is. How I can do it with, you know, dignity.
Even with a computer, I can’t get rid of all the papers in my life.
As a model, I didn’t have an identity; I was a chameleon, a silent actress. I was an amorphous thing. I wasn’t full of personality, I was full of solitude and solemnity. I wasn’t a cover-girl type.
People shouldn’t look at me and think life is one big piece of glamour. That’s the marketing, the spin. Life is challenging. But I have courage, strength, and enough good health to see the positive.
I don’t live for stuff and things, and if I had to live in a cardboard box, I would put curtains on it.
We were so poor that my mother would often leave me in a foster home until she could raise enough money to rent rooms for us.
I’m loath to do interviews. What comes out is generally not what I meant or thought I was saying or thought they were asking.
My life has been amazing. How many other ladies of 76 can say that the snapshot on their senior citizen’s card was taken by Norman Parkinson?
My dream was to become a ballet dancer, but after a year in bed with rheumatic fever at 13, I had grown too tall, and had no muscle tone left. I tried a ballet class and couldn’t even do a plie without falling over. It was my first death.
There’s always a boyfriend. Whatever else I have to give up on, I won’t give up on love.
My mother was harsh and constantly told me I had jug ears and heaven knows what else. But she was devoted and a hard worker.
If your ceiling is falling down, don’t you call someone in? I apply the same principle to myself.