All the men in my life have been two things: an epic and an epidemic. — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
We miss a lot in life because we don't know when to quit, what to leave out. — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
I learned early in life not to judge others. We outcasts are very happy and content to leave that job to our… — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
What broke Mom's heart was realizing that her children knew nothing and cared nothing about the better side of life. — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
If whites bored me, it was because they bored themselves. They seemed to get little fun out of life and were desperately… — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
I have no acting technique I act instinctively. That's why I can't play any role that isn't based on something in my… — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
There had been lots of crises in my life. And there was plenty of spunk and battle cry still left in me. — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
In her whole life Mom never earned more than five or six dollars a week. Being without a husband, it was hard… — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
Whenever I write for hotel reservations, I always enclose a set of rules I have made for the hotels. — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
Today I blame only certain agents for my long eclipse as a public entertainer. — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
I had always loved John Ford's pictures. And I came to love him, too, but I was frightened to death working for him. He… — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
The big compliment came from the beer drinkers who didn't know me. They wouldn't drink or move when I sang. If they had their… — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
I dressed plain, but my partners were always spending more money on clothes than I could afford. — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
After years in white theaters I dreaded working in colored houses. The noise, the stomping, whistling, and cheering that hadn't annoyed me when I… — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
Negroes are human beings with exactly the same faults and virtues as members of the other races. — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
My father came back one day and forced my mother to submit to him. He raped her, holding a knife. — Ethel Waters Copy Share Image
