Quotes from Sophie Kinsella

The trouble is, I'm sorry doesn't power anything. It drags you down.

Whatever the Grinch can steal, it's not Christmas.

I don't even feel so sure of that any more. I mean, if we were a couple, he'd be here, wouldn't he? He'd be here with me.

Living in London is like living in a movie set, from the Dickensian backstreets to the glinting tower blocks to the secret garden squares. You can be anyone you want to be.

You forgive the person and you endlessly rationalize and you forget... That there are other people out there, says Seb softly, and as he meets my eyes, I feel a sudden tightening in my stomach. Other people. What does he mean? Me? No, don't be stupid, I scold myself at once. Of course he doesn't mean me. He probably means, like, there are loads of people on Tinder.

You're so narrow-minded! You live in the same village you grew up in, you run the family business, you're buying a nursery down the road... you're practically still in the womb. So before you lecture me on the way to live my life, try living one of your own, OK?

Because you can want and want and want..But if he doesn't want you back...you might as well wish the sky were red.

And the point is, it's something to aspire to, something to hope for. One day my life will match my Instagram posts. One day!

Remember what I used to tel you when you were a little girl? 'A fool and her money soon part.' Current-day translation? Stop pissing away your assets at Bloomingdale's.

I feel a hotness behind my eyes. I have no idea why. I don't know why I suddenly feel affected. I want to type I admire you, but I can't bring myself to. Not even by text. Instead, after a moment's hesitation, I type: I understand you.

It's amazing how an otherwise intelligent person can become a credulous fool as soon as you mention the words "organic," "authentic," and "Gwyneth Paltrow.

We need to love our hearts

La vita reale non è veleggiare per Knightsbridge in taxi o scegliere valigie da mille sterline. No, questa è la vita reale. A casa in un minuscolo appartamento che puzza ancora di curry, una pila di lettere minacciose della banca che ti aspettano, e tu che non hai la minima idea di che fare al riguardo.

If you bother to ask someone's advice, then bother to listen to it.

I can't believe how much damage has been done, just from teenage loves meeting again. People should never come into contact with their first loves, I decide. There should be some official form of quarantine. The rule should be: you break up with your teenage lover and that's it. One of you has to emigrate.

Forse sono priva di quel particolare gene che ti fa maturare [...] Tutti stanno andando avanti senza di me, verso un mondo che non comprendo.

But the trouble with asking your subconscious what it wants is, it just laughs at you and says, 'Work it out for yourself, moron.

The art of fiction is to present reality as though it's unreality." She addresses the whole room. "Be artful. Use disguises.

Top tip to all teachers reading this (i.e., none, probably): try not showing off the girl who cringes when anyone even looks at her. Because it's not that helpful. Also, it's not that helpful to say in the whole class's earshot: "She's the great hope of this year group, so talented.

It won't be forever. You'll be in the dark for as long as it takes and then you'll come out...My aunt grows special rhubarb in dark sheds. They keep it dark and warm all winter and harvest it by candlelight and it's the best stuff...If rhubarb needs time in the dark maybe you do too.

People change. Life changes. It's the way of the world. Maybe it's meant to be.

I think your smile looks like an orange segment.

I've often noticed that people equate 'having a sense of humour' with 'being an insensitive moron'.) This

I feel a blinding shaft of terror, which I tell myself to ignore, as my brain will often try to send me messages that are untrue and I do not have to listen to them. This is lesson one at St. John's: your brain is an idiot.