Quotes from Sophie Kinsella

gaze at it in bewilderment. How can something so perfect just be waiting for me? Did the Christmas-present gods see me coming?

My mother's got enough energy for two parents.

I think I've finally worked out how to feel good about life. Every time you see someone's bright-and-shiny, remember: They have their own crappy truths too.

You need to start thinking less about what you owe other people and more about what you owe yourself.

Maybe that's what emojis were invented for in the first place, and I've just been using them wrong. They're not there to convey thoughts in a fun way; they're there to lie to your mum.)

We look at each other silently and I feel like we have more in common right now than I can ever remember. We met guys and we fell in love and everything seemed to work out. Until it didn't.

I´m going to make my life work for me. I´m not going to let it whirl round like a kaleidoscope anymore. It´s my life, wich means wrestling i to the floor and bashing it on the head and saying, Take that, life!

he only looks at how hard a person works and what results they get—and not at what a completely horrible cow they are.

That's really lovely, Daniel," I manage. "Thanks very much." "Happy birthday to you Ã¢â'¬Â¦

He flashes me a brief smile and I notice that his teeth are very white and even. Well.

All our institutions, including that of marriage and the family, are historically based on short and vulnerable lives….The twenty-first century has to adapt all of these institutions to deal with longer and longer lives." —Sarah Harper, professor of gerontology, University of Oxford

I think I've finally worked out how to feel good about life. Every time you see someone's bright-and-shiny, remember: They have their own crappy truths too. Of course they do. And every time you see your own crappy truth and feel despair and think, Is this my life, remember: It's not. Everyone's got a bright-and-shiny

You can take a guy to a coffee shop, but you can't make him bare his soul.

is tall and rangy, with muscled thighs that start three inches apart. She looks like she probably runs up a mountain every day and doesn't even know what a KitKat is.

I want him. Desperately. Even I simultaneously know that a lot of things I might want in life are not good choices.

There's always a blip! There's always a crisis! Every year you put off doing anything fun—

My gaze drifts to the garden, where a squirrel is perched on a stone pillar, looking around with bright eyes. Maybe I'll go outside. Enjoy the garden and the wildlife and the early morning dew. Good idea.

That dream's over," I say shortly. "Partners don't make fifty-million-quid mistakes.

Husbands should not memorize conversations, word for word. It's against the whole spirit of marriage.

I arrive home at eleven o'clock, exhausted and brain-dead, having got through only about half of Ketterman's

you're interested, mum could start cooking lessons today. nat

Honeysuckle and jasmine!" I exclaim in sudden recognition. I have the Jo Malone bath oil at home.

You haven't been home before eleven this week!" This is what I mean by an insatiable interest. She probably has all my details logged somewhere in a little book.

Flowers in earthenware jugs are everywhere. There's an old-fashioned range and a scrubbed wooden table and a stable door open to the outside. As I'm wondering whether I should be making conversation, a chicken wanders in and starts scratching at the ground.