Sex & The City

Why does the one thing we don’t have affect all the things that we do have?

If you are single there is always one thing you should take out with you on a Saturday night... your friends.

When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there's no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?

Maybe its maturity or the wisdom that comes with age, but the witch in Hansel and Gretel—she's very misunderstood. I mean, the woman builds her dream house and these brats come along and start eating it.

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.

You shouldn't have to sacrifice who you are just because somebody else has a problem with it.

That's the things about needs, sometimes when they're met you realize you just don't need them anymore.

She is my friend. She's my family. My insides. She will be fine because she has to be fine. That's how important she is to me.

Let's be honest. Sometimes there is nothing harder in life than being happy for somebody else.

The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don't. But, in the end, they're the people you always come home to. Sometimes it's the family you're born into and sometimes it's the one you make for yourself.

It would be childish of us to deny that our lives weren't changing. But for this night, none of us were going anywhere. That's the thing about really good friends and a really great Manhattan.

We could only wonder how she would be able to dust herself off and start over again. And yet we knew we couldn't bear for her not to, and felt ever more optimistic that after all her struggles, she would someday meet her man, her equal a man with the same charisma, love of life, and humanity she possessed. In the meantime, she'd have her friends and the knowledge that she deserved the world.

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

Big: You girls are the loves of her life, a guy is lucky to come in fourth.

No matter who broke your heart, or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends.

Sometimes you need a second opinion. With doctors, real estate... Men.

That night I started to think about belief. Maybe it's not even advisable to be an optimist anymore. Maybe pessimism is something we have to apply daily, like moisturizer, otherwise how do you bounce back when reality batters your belief system, and love does not, as promised, conquer all? Is hope a drug we need to go off of, or is it keeping us alive? What’s the harm in believing?

I've done the merry-go-round. I've been through the revolving doors. I feel like I've met somebody I can stand still with for a minute. And don't you want to stand still with me?

Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you. Now it means you're pretty, sexy, and you're taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.

People say everything happens for a reason. These people are usually women. And these women are usually sorting through a break up. It seems that men can get out of a relationship without even a good-bye, but apparently women have to either get married or learn something. Why are we in such a rush to move from confused to Confucius? Do we search for 'lessons' to lessen the pain?

Sometimes you gotta quit thinking so much. If it feels right, it probably is. So just go with it.

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?