Devil Wears Prada Quotes

Oh, don't be silly - EVERYONE wants this. Everyone wants to be *us*.

I've always expressed my thoughts in color but we remain blind.

Mom and Dad were great, but being asked where I was going every time I left the house - or where I'd been every time I returned - got old quickly.

…This… ’stuff’? I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don’t know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you’re trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don’t know is that that sweater is not just blue, it’s not turquoise, it’s not lapis, it’s actually cerulean. You’re also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St Laurent, wasn’t it, who showed cerulean military jackets? …And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it’s sort of comical how you think that you’ve made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you’re wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff.

First loves were powerful and private,and they stayed with you for a very long time. A lifetime.(...) There would always be a small,intimate piece of your heart tucked away for the person you loved first.

For most people, the ringing of a phone was a welcome sign. Someone was trying to reach them, to say hello, ask about their well-being, or make plans. For me, it triggered fear, intense anxiety and heart-stopping panic.

As I raced out of the office, I could hear Emily rapid-fire dialing four-digit extensions and all but screaming, 'She's on her way-- tell everyone.' It took me only three seconds to wind through the hallways and pass through the fashion department, but I had already heard panicked cries of 'Emily said she's on her way in' and 'Miranda's coming!' and a particularly blood curdling cry of 'She's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Okay, she’s tough, but if Miranda were a man…no one would notice anything about her, except how great she is at her job

She loved anyone and anything that didn't love her back, so long as it made her feel alive.

I found the guy! After more than twenty years of being single and jerked around and cheated on and alone, I found my soul mate. Pardon my French, but you think I give a shit about the flowers?

BABY BOY, FASHION IS NOT FOR ADVERTISING YOUR FAVE SEX ACTS ON YOUR SHIRT. UNH-UNH, NO IT'S NOT !

Insatiable, impatient, impossible.

I'd begun to take for granted that he'd always be around... The only problem with all of this was that I wasn't exactly holding up my end of the deal.

Tu ne souhaites pas réellement sa mort ai je pensé en m'étirant sur le siège arrière. Car si elle meurt tu perds tout espoir de la tuer de tes propres mains. Et ça ce serait vraiment dommage.

It’s one thing to call off an engagement or even a wedding once the invitations are out—it’s hard, but it happens. But on the actual day? You’re walking, sister. Get yourself down that aisle and do whatever you have to do afterward, you know?

There were plenty of great guys out there, and there was no need to get stuck on a jerk. Even if he was adorable and seemed perfectly sweet and genuine. Emily

Oh, don't be silly - EVERYONE wants this. Everyone wants to be us.

Some sort of weird, shared inexplicable draw to fall in love with people who hurt and betray us.

I think I’ll always love him.

Don't talk about yourself too much, don't dominate the conversation, get him comfortable enough to chat about his favorite and most familiar topic: him.

This was how things worked. Period. Short of death (immediate family only), dismemberment (your own), or nuclear war (only if confirmed by the U.S. government to be directly affecting Manhattan), one was to be present. This would be a watershed moment in the Priestly regime.

I lied quickly, remembering a Cosmo article I'd read that had exhorted me to “keep it light and airy and happy” when talking to a new guy because most “normal” guys didn't respond so well to hard-bitten cynicism.

shed his Harvard persona in his late twenties and moved to South Carolina, where he'd immediately made a fortune in real estate. Judging from everything Emily had told me, he'd morphed into a first-class Southern boy, a real straw-chewin', tobacco-spittin' hick, which of course appalled Miranda, the epitome of class and sophistication. B

You are so lost to your higher self that you would resent me for my achievements, rather than celebrate them with me, sexually?

My favorite so far (and it was still only late afternoon on Monday) was a pleated school-girl skirt by Anna Sui,

I forked a waffle onto a paper plate and went to cut it, but it immediately collapsed into a soggy pile of dough.

and right now I had to contend with a coterie of people who lived and died on the runway.

That’s all.

It was freezing and dark out, and Miriam’s house was homey and warm, and the idea of not being alone another night sounded rather nice.

I would never punish the daughter for the mother’s crimes.

This is why I like to handle things by myself. But when she offers her assistance, you really can’t control her.

And I haven’t even told you the best part. “He’s British.

Right now everything is exactly as it should be.

I said this with the exuberance of telling an infertile couple that they were having twins.

looking about as pleased as if I'd just announced that I had tested positive for syphilis.

Había pasado quince horas seguidas hablando y no podía pronunciar una palabra más.

flamboyantly gay,

Children were messy. They were sticky and loud and unpredictable, and they made you fat and unstylish, at least for long stretches of time.

My eyes swiveled to the sorrowful girl who was currently cowering in the foyer, looking as fearful as a cornered hamster as she trembled and tried not to cry.

My entire body shimmied, and it wasn't a sexy shimmy.

She couldn’t even fake being miserable for Andy’s sake.

Short of death (immediate family only), dismemberment (your own), or nuclear war (only if confirmed by the U.S. government to be directly affecting Manhattan), one was to be present.

I would force a bare foot out from under the comforter and stretch my leg in the general direction of the alarm clock (which itself was placed strategically at the foot of my bed to force some movement), kicking aimlessly until I had made contact and the shrieking ceased. This continued, steadily and predictably, every seven minutes until 6:04 A.M., at which point I would inevitably panic and spring from bed to shower.

For most people, the ringing of a phone was a welcome sign. Someone was trying to reach them, to say hello, ask about their well-being, or make plans. For me, it triggered fear, intense anxiety, and heart-stopping panic.

First loves were powerful and private, and they stayed with you a very long time. A lifetime. You could love your current partner more than anyone else on earth, but there would always be a small, intimate piece of your heart tucked away for the person you loved first.

Naturally I thought she was lying, but I soon came to realize that Hope—along with every other anorexically skinny girl in the office, and most of the guys—was able to accurately evaluate other people's weight. It was just when it came time to look in the mirror that everyone genuinely saw a wildebeest staring back.

The Deviled Egg Wears Prada

And in this case, the devil didn’t wear Prada so much as she wore a pink nylon tracksuit, polka-dotted bifocals, and answered to the name Gigi.

Did you just use the phrase gird your loins? What are you, eighty?” “For your information, Stanley Tucci’s character uses it in The Devil Wears Prada, and both Stanley and the movie are amazing.” “Yeah, and how old is the amazing Stanley?” “I don’t appreciate the snark, especially considering the free, in-depth tour I just gave you.” “It was a fifteen-minute walk, Red.

I stare into the space he just left. Every cell in my body is tingling, every inch of me craving what he has to give. Good God, the devil really does wear Prada. I’m totally fucking screwed.

It isn’t Prada that the devil wears but a smile that belies the truth of his intent.