And the sooner you do the right thing, the better. You get it over with, and you don’t have to worry about it anymore. But who does that in real life?
What if I’m a princess on another planet? And no one on this planet knows it?
At first, being with Sebastian was like being in the middle of the best dream I’d ever had – but now it mostly feels exhausting. I’m up one minute and down the next; questioning what I say and do. Even questioning my sanity.
If a woman could take care of herself, would she still need a man? Would she even want one? And if she didn’t want a man, what kind of woman would she be? Would she even be a woman? Because it seemed if you were a woman, the only thing you were really supposed to want was a man.
It was scary how a girl couldn’t live without friends.
I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me.
I sometimes read in a gossip column that I was at a party when I was in Europe at the time. It sometimes feels I’ve got a Doppelganger somewhere.
Grace was one of those types who never changed but only aged and had no apparent expectations or ambitions other than the wish that her life should remain the same.
Money follows art. Money wants what it can’t buy. Class and talent. And remember while there’s a talent for making money, it takes real talent to know how to spend it.
The world is full of people who all want the same thing, and you have to do a little something extra to make them remember you.
As long as you’re neurotic and crazy, he’s great. But once he solves all your problems, he becomes the problem.
After all, it’s woman, who decide, if a man is desirable or undesirable.
Love is spiritual. It’s about self-sacrifice and commitment. And discipline. You cannot have true love without discipline and respect. When you lose the respect of your spouse, you’ve lost everything.
Oh I don’t plan on getting married. It’s a legalized form of prostitution.
Rule number three: Best friends always think you deserve the best guy even if the best guy barely knows you exist.
A guy who is crazily, madly in love with you. A guy who sees how incredible and amazing you are, even though you’re not the cheerleader or even close to the prettiest girl in the school. A guy who thinks you’re beautiful, just the way you are.
The only way to look at men is like they’re electrons. They have all these charges sticking out, and they’re always looking for a hole where they can put those charges.
You don’t want to peak in high school. If you do, the rest of your life is a disaster.
And if you were always spending your time getting over your past, how were you supposed to get on with your future?
All men are a disappointment. No matter what anyone says.