Quotes by: “Sex and the City”:

Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with.

So just live, make mistakes and have wonderful times, but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been and most importantly where it is that you are going.

I make mistakes. That's what I do. I speak without thinking, I act without knowing. I drink so much that I can barely walk...I'm a fantastic lover though, and an amazing friend. God knows I mean well. 

I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I'll always think of him fondly. As an asshole.

But we keep trying. Because you have to figure, if the world's fattest twins can find love, there's hope for all of us. Somewhere out there, there's another little freak that will love us, understand us, and kiss our three heads and make it all better.

I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.

Break up Rule Number One: Destroy all evidence where he looks sexy.... and you look happy. We had taken the picture with a disposable camera, before I ever thought that our relationship could be disposable.

Soul mate: two little words, one big concept. A belief that someone, somewhere, is holding the key to your heart.

Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe, you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.

Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.

I've come to realize guys are like drugs, either they'll kill you or give you the most amazing high of your life.

Maybe there are no right moments, right guys, right answers. Maybe sometimes you just have to say what's in your heart.

Men were born to lie, and women were born to believe them.

And I'm worried...I, I'm afraid that he took away my ability to believe. And I hate him for that. Because I always believed before. And now I just feel...lost. And I am, I'm trying to put myself out there, but... I feel hopeless.

You men have no idea what we're dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don't call it a job for nothin'. 

I admit 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 quit, play the hand we've been dealt, and accessorize what we've got. 

Welcome to the age of un-innocence. No one has breakfast at Tiffany's and no one has affairs to remember.

What if Prince Charming had never showed up? Would Snow White have slept in that glass coffin forever? Or would she have eventually woke up, spit out the apple, gotten a job, a health-care package and a baby from her local neighborhood sperm bank? I couldn't help but wonder... inside every confident, driven, single woman, is there a delicate, fragile princess just waiting to be saved?

I realized I had just entered an interesting chapter in my life. I had outgrown the boys of my past and not quite grown into the men of my future.

In love relationships, there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. In fact, it's a common belief that a relationship without pain is a relationship not worth having. To some, pain implies growth. But how do we know when the growing pains stop, and the pain pains take over? Are we masochists or optimists if we continue to walk that fine line? When it comes to relationships, how do we know when enough is enough?

After all, computers crash, people die, relationships fall apart. The best we can do is breathe and reboot.

Did I ever really love him or was I addicted to the pain, the exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable?