I have this theory: If you forgive someone, they can’t hurt you anymore.
There are so many beautiful girls around that after a while you start looking for someone who can make you laugh.
Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn’t fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away.
But every time I feel bad, I try to remind myself about what this little kid said to me once. She was loaded with personality-so ugly she was cute. And you knew she knew it too. “Carrie?” she asked. “What if i’m a princess on another planet? And no one on this planet knows it?” That question still kind of blows me away. I mean, isn’t it the truth? Whoever we are here, we might be princesses somewhere else. Or writers. Or scientists. Or presidents. Or whatever the hell we want to be that everyone else says we can’t.
No one is too busy to pick up the phone, to make a one-minute phone call. No matter how busy they say they are.
When one good thing happened to you, other good things seemed to follow.
But there are so many unspoken rules for navigating high school – for navigating life, maybe – that I can’t help but try to figure out which one I broke to get myself into this situation... There are so many rules for girls.
Beware what you consume, lest you appetite grow by what it feeds on.
When you find the right person, it’s so easy. People who have a lot of fights and drama – well, something is wrong.
That was the wonderful thing about New York: Years of bad blood could be wiped out with a single gesture of friendliness.
Something good happens to you, and you let off a different energy that attracts other good things.
If I didn’t define who I was and what I wanted, then someone else would.
She had very little money, but she wasn’t afraid-there was only one place to go, and that was up.
She could tell by Philip’s attitude that his writing wasn’t going well again. He was joyous when it was and miserable when it wasn’t.
If you walk into a woman’s apartment and nothing’s out of place, you know she’s not going to want to stay in bed all day and order in Chinese food and eat it in bed. She’s going to make you get up and eat toast at the kitchen table.
Memory is just an alternate version of reality.
Like, is this really what you think all guys are like?” “The piece isn’t even about guys though,” I protest. “It’s about the expectations on girls, that’s all.
It’s like now that I’m looking for inequality, I’m seeing it everywhere, categorizing a thousand great and small unfairnesses everywhere I go. Why didn’t I really see this before?
Be flirty but not too flirty. Be confident but not aggressive. Be funny but in a low-key, quiet way. Eat cheeseburgers, but don’t get fat. Be chill, but don’t lose control.
When you live a lie, you damage the soul.
Men are the hunters and women are the gatherers. Shopping is a form of gathering.