Quotes from Sophie Kinsella

Honestly, shopping beats therapy, anytime. It costs the same and you get a dress out of it.

Your father always tries to see the good side of people; to find the excuse. But sometimes there isn't a good side. There isn't an excuse. (Mom - to Lara Lington)

I can see the warmth. He's falling for me.

Don't think about it. Don't think about what could have been. It's too unbearable.

We're all confused, Samantha. We all need more time to think. That's life. Get over it.

I hurl the glass teapot to the ground. we both stare at it, stunned. it was supposed to break, I explain after a pause, and that was going to signify that yes, I would throw something away . If I knew it wasn't right for me.

I'm never going to believe a Poirot mystery again. Never. All those witnesses going, Yes, I remember it was 3:06 p.m. exactly, because I glanced at the clock as I reached for the sugar tongs, and Lady Favisham was quite clearly sitting on the right-hand side of the fireplace. Bollocks. They have no idea where Lady Favisham was, they just don't want to admit it in front of Poirot. I'm amazed he gets anywhere.

Relationships are a battle. They are a chess game. And what did I do? I just threw all my chess pieces down on the board at once, and said, Here! Have them all!

Some of us have hearts, you know. Some of us don't give up on true love.

I can't get over this. Dad isn't Sam's dad? Dad is a friend? How was I supposed to know that? People shouldn't be allowed to sign themselves as Dad unless they are your dad. It should be the law.

Emma, I'm sorry, I can't help you. This is a disaster. You're completely vulnerable. It's like going into battle in a nightie.

That's the way it goes. Some things happen and some things don't. This one is obviously just wasn't meant to be. Except deep down... I still believe it was.

It's his mother's birthday? But he didn't tell me. I don't have a card. I don't have a gift. How could he do this to me? Men are crap.

Now, do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?

Except that stopping midsentence is the worst thing people can do. It's like, totally passive-aggressive, because you can't take issue with anything they've said. You have to take issue with what you think they were going to say. Which then they deny.

Carried away. He got a little carried away. This is like saying Hitler was a tad aggressive.

And this is the moment where I went wrong. This is the gut-churning, if-only instant. If I could go back in time, that's the moment I would march up to myself and say severely, Poppy, priorities . But you don't realize, do you? The moment happens, and you make your crucial mistake, and then it's gone and the chance to do anything about it is blown away.

What is love? No one knows what love is, exactly. No one can define it. No one can prove it.

I feel all agitated, like one of those snow globes you see resting peacefully on shop counters. I was perfectly happy being an ordinary, dull little Swiss village. But now Jack Harper's come and shaken me up, and there are snowflakes all over the place, whirling around until I don't know what I think anymore. And bits of glitter, too. Tiny bits of shiny, secret excitement.

She was the most beautiful thing you ever saw. She was radiant. And she was wearing this necklace... When you see the necklace in the painting, it all makes sense. He loved her. Even if she lived to one hundred and five without ever getting an answer.

you may be able to sway people's heads. But you can't sway their hearts.

Mummy always told me, you should never let a man see your feelings or the contents of your handbag.

you can always find something you want.

Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge.