A Quote by Stella McCartney

My mum taught me to have a soul. — © Stella McCartney
My mum taught me to have a soul.
Someone from Manolo Blahnik went into my shop and said: 'These shoes are not vegetarian.' That's the highest compliment, because you just can't tell that they are, and they are. My mum taught me to have a soul.
My Mum taught me great manners. And she always told me that you can be or do whatever in life, as long as you don't hurt anyone and you're happy. My Mum's great; I adore her.
My mum taught me the power of protest.
My mum originally taught me to cook.
My mum and dad taught me to respect everyone and to be kind.
My mum taught me to treat people the way I want to be treated.
My mum taught me always to see the funny side of things.
My mum taught me a lot about fashion in terms of knowing what looks good on you and developing my own sense of style. Even when we were shooting the Sunglass Hut campaign, we went through racks of clothing together, and ultimately I decided on a short, more fitted peplum dress, while Mum opted for a sexy blazer and black leggings.
Prison was a blessing. Going to prison was the greatest thing that happened to me. It showed me that I wasn't infallible. It showed me that I was just human. It showed me that I can be back with my ghetto brothers I grew up with and have a good time. It taught me to cool out. It taught me patience. It taught me that I didn't ever want to lose my freedom. It taught me that drugs bring on the devil. It taught me to grow up.
My mum fought for feminism in her day so instilled in me the importance of equality. She taught me so much about women.
Laugh at yourself - a lot. My mum taught me not to take myself too seriously.
My mum has taught me that the clock is ticking and you have to enjoy every moment - you can not replace time.
Mum is a fantastic knitter - she taught me, too, but I can only manage simple things.
My mum taught me to knit when I was a child, and I turn to it, for some weird reason, when I'm feeling depressed.
Chicago taught me when to talk, taught me when to shut up, taught me when to stay, taught me when to go. And really it all forms to make BJ the Chicago Kid.
We lived in the schoolhouse of the village school in Church Preen, in deepest Shropshire, and my mum was the schoolmistress. She taught the juniors, and one other teacher taught the infants. I went there from the age of three, no doubt as a form of childcare.
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