Sophie Kinsella Quotes

Some things are best left a blur. Births and Visa Bills.

I don't speak Japanese, I don't know anything about Japanese business or Japanese culture. Apart from sushi. But I can't exactly go up to him and say "Sushi!" out of the blue. It would be like going up to a top American businessman and saying, "T-bone steak!

When I shop, the world gets better, and the world is better, but then it's not, and I need to do it again. (Confessions of a Shopaholic-the movie)

I chose to publish the first 'Shopaholic' book under a pseudonym because I wanted it to be judged on its own merits.

There's no luck in business. There's only drive, determination, and more drive.

Life is like an escalator. You see, it carries you on regardless. And you might as well enjoy the view and seize every opportunity while you're passing. Otherwise, it'll be too late.

I had a craving for pineapple and a pink cardigan" - Becky Bloomwood Shopaholic and Baby

If I've learned one lesson from all that's happened to me, it's that there is no such thing as the biggest mistake of your existence. There's no such thing as ruining your life. Life's a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.

Our eyes met in the math class. How were we to know that trigonometry would lead to matrimony?

This is what happens. You tell your friends your most personal secrets, and they use them against you.

She believes in love and romance. She believes her life is one day going to be transformed into something wonderful and exciting. She has hopes and fears and worries, just like anyone. Sometimes she feels frightened. Sometimes she feels unloved. Sometimes she feels she will never gain approval from those people who are most important to her. But she’s brave and good-hearted and faces her life head-on.

I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore.

Wow. I've never been a VIP before. I've never even been a IP.

Look into your heart- and go after what you really want.

It's like I'm thirteen again and he's my crush. All I'm aware of in this entire roomful of people is him. Where he is, what he's doing, who he's talking to.

Honestly, it’s so easy to get what you want from people if they think you’re a psycho.

Life would be a lot easier if conversations were rewindable and erasable, like videos. Or if you could instruct people to disregard what you just said, like in a courtroom.

sometimes you don't need a goal in life, you don't need to know the big picture. you just need to know what you're going to do next!

It's not enough to believe! Don't you see that, you stupid girl? You could spend your whole life hoping and believing! If a love affair is one-sided, then it's only ever a question, never an answer. You can't live your life waiting for an answer.

The truth is, some relationships are supposed to last forever, and some are only supposed to last a few days. That’s the way life is.

I’m blushing at my own stupid, nonsensical, meaningless thought process, which, by the way, nobody knows about except me.

So I buy it. The most perfect little cardigan in the world. People will call me the Girl in the Gray Cardigan. I’ll be able to live in it. Really, it’s an investment.

The trouble with giving yourself a pep talk is, that deep down you know it's all bullshit.

A man will never love you or treat you as well as a store. If a man doesn't fit, you can't exchange him seven days later for a gorgeous cashmere sweater. And a store always smells good. A store can awaken a lust for things you never even knew you needed. And when your fingers first grasp those shiny, new bags...

Don't beat yourself up for not knowing the answers. You don't always have to know who you are. You don't have to have the big picture, or know where you're heading. Sometimes, it's enough just to know what you're going to do next.

The thing with giving up is you never know. You never know whether you could have done the job. And I'm sick of not knowing about my life.

For years now I've kind of operated under an informal shopping cycle. A bit like a farmer's crop rotation system. Except, instead of wheat, maize, barley, and fallow, mine pretty much goes clothes, makeup shoes, and clothes (I don't bother with fallow). Shopping is actually very similar to farming a field. You can't keep buying the same thing, you have to have a bit of variety. Otherwise you get bored and stop enjoying yourself.

Once you've started cheating, does it really matter what your methods are?

I'm allergic to family occasions. Sometimes I think we'd do better as dandelion seeds-no family, no history, just floating off into the world, each on our own piece of fluff.

In the end, you have to choose whether or not to trust someone.

Just because of that one disastrous blind date she had last year, where the guy turned out to be fifty-nine, not thirty-nine (He claimed it was a typo. Yeah, I’m sure his finger just happened to slip two spaces to the left).

Honestly, shopping beats therapy, anytime. It costs the same and you get a dress out of it.

Never give up on something you really want. However impossible things seem, there's always a way.

You fall in and out of love, but when you really love someone...it's forever.

Being a journalist is good if you want to write books: it teaches you to get beyond the blank screen. My books have been described as froth but there's scope to be witty and ironic about everything in life.

People who want to make a million borrow a million first

There’s no such thing as ruining your life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.

You can't just switch off your feelings because the other person did.

We all fail to appreciate each day just how much we already possess. Light, air, freedom, the companionship of friends.

My life has changed, and I'm changing with it.

If you can't be honest with your friends and colleagues and loved ones, then what is life all about?

And maybe now you'll start treating everybody with respect. Not just the people you think are important.

I feel all agitated, like one of those snow globes you see resting peacefully on shop counters. I was perfectly happy being an ordinary, dull little Swiss village. But now Jack Harper’s come and shaken me up, and there are snowflakes all over the place, whirling around until I don’t know what I think anymore. And bits of glitter, too. Tiny bits of shiny, secret excitement.

It's just the way things are. And you can't dwell on what might have been. You have to look at what is.

A real relationship is two-way.

she doesn’t really have a sense of humor. I think she’d like to have one—it’s just that she doesn’t quite understand what jokes are for.

Everyone's moving on without me, into a world I don't understand.

Like most of us, I'm used to juggling about 52 roles in life. Wife. Mother. Sister. Friend. Author. Sometimes I feel a bit 'multiple-personality'.

Every time I mention her, Magnus says, "Are you two getting along?" in raised, hopeful tones, like we're endangered pandas who need to make a baby.

If my writing comes to a halt, I head to the shops: I find them very inspirational. And if I get into real trouble with my plot, I go out for a pizza with my husband.