Sex and the City

Man may have discovered fire, but women discovered how to play with it.

Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with.

Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away

Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.

You have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.

The universe may not always play fair, but at least it's got a hell of a sense of humor.

I like my money right where I can see it…hanging in my closet

I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me.

All those men who end up disappointing you. After a while, you don't even want to have feelings anymore. You just want to get on with your life.

From my experience, honey, if he seems too good to be true—he probably is.

Maybe all men are a drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes, like now, they get you so high.

If you believe in love, you're setting yourself up to be disappointed.

Love is dangerous, if you know it's dangerous, that makes you treasure it, and you'll work harder to keep it.

I can safely conclude that we are single because we want to be.

It’s tempting to wish for the perfect boss, the perfect parent, or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not to quit, play the hand we’ve been dealt, and accessorize what we’ve got.

There are so many beautiful girls around that after a while you start looking for someone who can make you laugh

I adore him," she said. "I feel compassion for him because he's totally fucked up.

Life gives you lots of chances to screw up which means you have just as many chances to get it right.

I think, when men tell women to lose weight, it's a diversion from their own lack of size in certain areas.

As long as you're neurotic and crazy, he's great. But once he solves all your problems, he becomes the problem.

I wouldn't be in shallow relationships, so I do nothing. I have no sex and no romance. Who needs it.? Who needs all these potential problems like disease and pregnancy.? I have no problems. No fear of disease, psychopaths, or stalkers. Why not just be with your friends and have real conversations and a good time.?

After all, it's woman, who decide, if a man is desirable or undesirable.

When you're alone, it's easier," she said a little wistfully. "You can do what you want. You don't have to go home.

I didn't want it to be this way." "Yes, you did," she said, "because it is." "I just want to be with someone normal," he said. "I just want to have a normal life." "Excuse me," she said. "You're a little crazy," he said. "You're too old to act the way you do. You've got to grow up. You've got to take care of yourdelf. I'm afraid for you. You can't think that people are going to take care of you all the time.

I don't know. There are so many beautiful girls around, that after a while you start looking for someone, who can make you laugh.

..he said, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't move forward. He thought, they should move on. He started crying. Not for himdelf, for her. He'd rescued her from her lousy life, and now he was throwing her back. He felt like a shit for doing it, for things having to be that way, for not being able to gove her what she wanted. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. The only part that wasn't in the manual, was her response: She started to laugh. "Oh, give me a break," she said.

..he said, he didn't know what to do. He couldn't move forward. He thought, they should move on. He started crying. Not for himdelf, for her. He'd rescued her from her lousy life, and now he was throwing her back. He felt like a shit for doing it, for things having to be that way, for not being able to give her what she wanted. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. The only part that wasn't in the manual, was her response: She started to laugh. "Oh, give me a break," she said.

There are worse things than being thirty-five, single, and female in New York. Like: Being twenty-five, singled, and female in New York. It's a rite of passage few women would want to repeat. It's about sleeping with the wrong men, wearing the wrong clothes, having the wrong roommate, saying the wrong thing, being ignored, getting fired, not being taken seriously, and generally being treated like shit. But it's necessary.

A man came up to her. Expensively tailored suit. Okay, he wasn't exactly a man because he was only thirty-five. But he was trying.