Quotes from Lauren Weisberger

She loved anyone and anything that didn't love her back, so long as it made her feel alive.

I found the guy! After more than twenty years of being single and jerked around and cheated on and alone, I found my soul mate. Pardon my French, but you think I give a shit about the flowers?

How could someone possibly be that beautiful? She wondered for the hundred thousandth time. What higher power orchestrated such a perfect union of genes? Who decided that one single solitary soul deserved skin like that? It was so fundamentally unfair.(Chasing Harry Winston)

BABY BOY, FASHION IS NOT FOR ADVERTISING YOUR FAVE SEX ACTS ON YOUR SHIRT. UNH-UNH, NO IT'S NOT !

But I cheered myself up slightly with the rationalization that all new relationships - even the fictional ones - have obstacles to overcome in the beginning. I would not give up hope on this one. Not yet.

How do I explain that having the chance to take a breather midlife and evaluate everything is rarer than a double rainbow?

Damn you! Just ask me to wait and I will, ask me to understand that things will be difficult but that when this period is over, we'll be happy and in love and together. Please stop with the dreaded respect line. I don't want you to respect me. I want you to want me.

It's one thing to call off an engagement or even a wedding once the invitations are out—it's hard, but it happens. But on the actual day? You're walking, sister. Get yourself down that aisle and do whatever you have to do afterward, you know?

Insatiable, impatient, impossible.

Have a great day!" she sang as she left, flashing just the quickest middle finger as she walked past

Tu ne souhaites pas réellement sa mort ai je pensé en m'étirant sur le siège arrière. Car si elle meurt tu perds tout espoir de la tuer de tes propres mains. Et ça ce serait vraiment dommage.

I'd begun to take for granted that he'd always be around... The only problem with all of this was that I wasn't exactly holding up my end of the deal.

This was the first time since I'd started working there that I hadn't received a look of all-out disgust or, at the very least, a snarky comment, and all it had taken was a SWAT team of New York fashion editors, a collection of Parisian hair and makeup stylists, and a hefty selection of the world's finest and most expensive clothing.

This was exhausting. If she was going to make this kind of emotional investment in someone, he should at least be a proper boyfriend. But for a casual fling? She could drive herself crazy.

I've read pretty broadly on the Holocaust - both fiction and non-fiction - and to me, 'The Lost Wife' is one of the best. The horrors of war serve as a backdrop to a love affair that spans a lifetime, and that love story stayed with me long after I put down the book.

I definitely like clothes as much as the next girl, just not to the extent of people who work in the fashion industry.