Category: Sex and the City

Carrie: When Charlotte really liked somebody she said their whole name. It helped her picture their future monogrammed towels.

Carrie: My Zen teacher also said: the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not worry about the future. Of course, he died penniless and single.

Samantha: Normal is the halfway point between what you want and what you can get.

Carrie: That’s the thing about friends, they will always hold your hair back when you’re sick.

Charlotte: It takes half the total time you went out with someone to get over them.
Carrie: I always like a good math solution to any love problem.

Carrie: Miranda was a huge fan of the Yankees. I was a huge fan of being anywhere you could smoke and drink at two in the afternoon without judgment.

Carrie: After a break-up, certain street, locations, even times of day are off-limits. The city becomes a deserted battlefield, loaded with emotional landmines. You have to be very careful where you step or you could be blown to pieces.

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

Susan Sharon: It’s 100% Italian cashmere and light as a feather.
Carrie: God, I love it! It’s a cashmere-acle!

Stanford: It’s so brutal out there. Even guys like me don’t want guys like me. I just don’t have that gay look.
Carrie: I dunno, you look pretty gay to me. C’mon, maybe it’s just a phase.
Stanford: Puberty is a phase. Fifteen years of rejection is a lifestyle.

Charlotte: Everyone needs a man. That’s why I rent. If you own and he still rents, then the power structure is all off. It’s emasculating. Men don’t want a woman who’s too self-sufficient.
Samantha: I’m sorry, did someone just order a Victorian straight up?

Big: I never really thought about it.
Carrie: Oh come on. Everybody wonders what happens after you die.
Big: I’m too busy wondering who’s dinging my car in the garage.

Charlotte: I just don’t understand. How could you forget someone you slept with?
Carrie: Toto, I don’t think we’re in single digits anymore.

Big: This is fun.
Carrie: It’s not supposed to be fun. This is somebody’s wedding.

Steve: What’s wrong with corduroy?
Miranda: I don’t have enough time to tell you what’s wrong with corduroy.

Doctor: Your right ovary has stopped producing eggs.
Miranda: Is it possible it’s just on strike?

Samantha: The act of cheating is defined by the act of getting caught. One doesn’t exist without the other.

Carrie: Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink.

Carrie: Charlotte treated marriage like a sorority she was desperately hoping to pledge.

Carrie: Samantha had the kind of deluded self confidence that caused men like Ross Perot to run for president.

Carrie: Modelizers are obsessed not with women but with models, who in most cities are safely confined to billboards and magazines, but in Manhattan actually run wild on the streets, turning the city into a virtual model country safari where men can pet the creatures in their natural habitat.

Charlotte: In some cultures, heavy women with mustaches are considered beautiful.
Samantha: And you’re looking at me while you’re saying that?

Miranda: When did all the men get together and decide that they were only going to get it up for giraffes with big breasts?

Charlotte: I just know no matter how good I feel about myself, if I see Christy Turlington, I just want to give up!
Miranda: Well, I just want to tie her down and force-feed her lard, but that’s the difference between you and me.

Samantha: I happen to love the way I look.
Miranda: You should. You paid enough for it.