Stupid real life. Why isn‘t it like a Christmas movie?
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If I‘d known I‘d be stuck in a shop over Christmas, I‘d at least have chosen one with clothes.
Stupid real life. Why isn‘t it like a Christmas movie?
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If I‘d known I‘d be stuck in a shop over Christmas, I‘d at least have chosen one with clothes.
it suddenly hits me: I‘m scared. Deep down, I‘m scared I‘m going to screw up even more. Some people lose their nerve for riding or skiing or driving; well, I‘ve lost my nerve for life.
He was a stranger. He was supposed to be a stranger. As I travel home that evening, I‘m still reeling with the injustice of it all. The whole point about strangers is, they disappear into the ether and you never see them again. They don‘t turn up at the office. They don‘t ask you what eight nines are. They don‘t turn out to be your mega-boss employer. Well, all I can say is, that‘s taught me.
Everyone‘s moving on without me, into a world I don‘t understand.
~The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella ♥️
It‘s a whole new beginning. It‘s yellow taxicabs and skyscrapers, and Woody Allen and Breakfast at Tiffany‘s. The weird thing is that although I‘ve never actually been to New York, I already feel an affinity toward it.
~Shopaholic Takes Manhattan by Sophie Kinsella ♥️
If I‘ve learned one lesson from all that‘s happened to me, it‘s that there is no such thing as the biggest mistake of your existence. There‘s no such thing as ruining your life. Life‘s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.
Five seconds after I‘ve crossed the threshold of Tiffany‘s, I‘m already calmer. My heart rate begins to subside. My mind begins to turn less frantically. I feel soothed, just looking around at the cases full of glittering jewellery. Audrey Hepburn was right: nothing bad could ever happen in Tiffany‘s.
I was made for Milan.
No. Not Milan, Milano.
And as soon as I looked round the hotel foyer at all those chic women in Prada and D&G, kissing each other whilst simultaneously downing espressos, lighting cigarettes and flinging their shiny hair about, I just kind of knew, with a kind of natural instinct: this is my kind of city.
Maybe I should just forget this whole hospital thing and have the baby in a shop like I always planned. At least I‘d feel relaxed and happy. At least I‘d get free clothes.
~Shopaholic & Baby by Sophie Kinsella ♥️
Honestly, shopping beats therapy, any time. It costs the same and you get a dress out of it.
~ Mini Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella ♥️
This is exactly what I imagined Hollywood would be like. Lots of people in amazing dresses, and Meryl Streep, and a band playing smooth jazz, and delicious citrussy cocktails.
~Shopaholic to the Stars by Sophie Kinsella
It‘s a weird place, LA. I can‘t quite get a grip on it. It‘s not like European cities, where you get to the centre and think, Ah yes, here I am in Milan/Amsterdam/Rome. In LA you drive around endless great big roads and you peer out of the windows and think, ‘Are we there yet?‘
~Shopaholic to the Stars by Sophie Kinsella
This isn‘t what thirty is supposed to look like. It‘s not what thirty is supposed to feel like. By thirty, you‘re supposed to have things figured out, aren‘t you? You‘re not supposed to be questioning everything you‘ve built your life on.
~AfteI Do by Taylor Jenkins Reid
“Maybe all of this time,” I say to Ethan, “I‘ve been looking for home and not realizing that home is where the cinnamon roll is.”
Ethan laughs. “I mean, if you‘re going to go all over the country looking for where you belong, I could have told you years ago you belong in front of a cinnamon roll.”
And if my thirties have taught me anything so far, it‘s that I‘m ready to try to be myself with no apologies.
She felt that she had so many of the things she had ever wanted. And so she let them go, the things she did not have.
No matter how strong you are, no matter how smart you are or tough you can be, the world will find a way to break you. And when it does, the only thing you can do is hold on.
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That is what true love is. True love is saying to someone “Forget about us. We will be okay,” when it might not even be true, when the last thing you want is to be forgotten.
~Forever, Interrupted by Taylor Jenkins Reid
No one is just a victim or a victor. Everyone is somewhere in between. People who go around casting themselves as one or the other are not only kidding themselves, but they‘re also painfully unoriginal.
~The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
Our family histories are simply stories. They are myths we create about the people who came before us, in order to make sense of ourselves.
~Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid
I wouldn‘t have come up with something like that. Which is what we all want from art, isn‘t it? When someone pins down something that feels like it lives inside us? Takes a piece of your heart out and shows it to you? It‘s like they are introducing you to a part of yourself.
~Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid
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And today I choose to smile rather than let the tears slide down my cheeks. If I‘m the lead actor, then the show must go on.
~The Two Lives of Lydia Bird by Josie Silver
So I‘ll stand here for you
In the wind and the rain
And I‘ll be the lighthouse you need.
Take my hand and breathe again
And I will guide you home.
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Sometimes I am a rainstorm
Sometimes I am a drought
There is no in between
And I‘m begging you to notice
I‘m begging you to care
Because if I have to keep on hiding
Then life becomes unfair
"I should have fallen, but I didn‘t fall, because Mom was in the world."
"Love, she said, was not always perfect, and not exactly how you expected it to be. But when it descended upon you, there was no controlling it."