Lauren Conrad Quotes

Don't cry over someone who wouldn't cry over you.

Love is not a maybe thing, you know when you love someone.

Boys are like purses. You're always gonna have that one boy that you're always comfortable with and you know you'll always kind of like. That's your purse that you wear everywhere. Then you have that gorgeous bag that you want everyone to see you with but the gorgeous bag is usually an asshole or costs a lot of money. Then you have those other purses that you really like but you really don't want to be seen with

A true friend is someone who never gets tired listening to your pointless drama over and over again.

When you are looking to meet someone, you are looking to settle. Becaue you are not looking for someone, you are looking for anyone

The only way to belong is to act like you belong. Or to not give a shit whether you belong or not.

Love...who needed love? As long as she had her books and her friends and an occasional hookup, she was perfectly content.

Tomorrow will be better.

But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn't - though he couldn't - ever love me back.

you never make the same mistake twice. the second time you make it, it is no longer a mistake. it is a choice

Life isn't an Island, you have to have other people in your life.

Real relationships - the kind that were supposed to last but never did - were more trouble than they were worth.

Being called the nice girl, is way better than being called a bitch.

I used to think that diamonds were a girl's best friend, but now I realize it's carbohydrates. Seriously, I have a French baguette at home sporting a matching friendship bracelet.

It's hard to tell people who they should hang out with and who they shouldn't, especially if they aren't ready to hear that. You have to let your friends make their own mistakes sometimes. You can't protect them from everything, or else they'll never learn

Anyway, he's gone. Which, as you know, is how I like my men.

It's always better to be the dumper than the dumpee.

One of these days, you're going to fall in love with some guy, and you're not going to know what to do with yourself.

Most importantly, it´s in giving thanks...

In case you didn't notice me, I'm the less attractive friend to the right.

Best friends are forever. That's why they're called BFFs.

As soon as I walk out that door, you're gonna decide you want me back. You might even tell yourself that you're in love with me. But you're not. You never will be.

He had a lot of different smiles, and Jane was getting to know them all.

So why don't you tell him you're sorry?" Gaby suggested. "Uh... because he probably never wants to speak to me again?" "How do you know? Do you have a fifth sense too?" Scarlett sighed. "No. And I think that's sixth sense." "No, I don't see dead people. It's different.

Hollywood was fine with fakes, but it was most definitely not okay with frauds.

If he hurts you again, so help me God, I will personally inflict him with severe bodily harm.

He had a lot of different smiles, and Jane was gettig to know them all.

Why had Jesse asked Scarlett to sit next to him? And since when did guys go to the bathroom together?

Jane was wearing a charcoal shift dress. The black dipped into a love V accented with a large black chiffon bow. A layer of delicate black lace peeked out from the bottom of her dress. Her long blond hair was pulled back tightly into a straight ironed ponytail. Her makeup was simple: coral blush on her cheeks and gunmetal shadow brushed under her blue eyes.

It's hard to tell people who they should hang out with and who they shouldn't hang out with, especially if they're not ready to hear that. You have to let your friends make their own mistakes sometimes. You cnan't protect them from everything, or else they'll never learn.

But it wasn't fair that he was so good-looking. He was such an asshole, and not in a charming way.

EAT SANDWICH, NOT OWN MOUTH.

Small talk. Catching up. Thinly veiled hostility.

Always choose Paris.

If Conrad remembered the skinny, frightened girl he'd held for one brief moment on a frigid Boston street corner, he showed no signs of it when we met ... Even as I tried to urge hum back against the pillows, he looked at me with wild eyes. "What happened to your leather jacket?" he asked. "Shh," I said, trying to sooth him. "There's no leather jacket." "You were wearing it the first time I saw you," he said, frowning slightly.

Purses are dreamt up by artists, not architects.

Never settle. One of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever received was to never settle in relationships, friendships, your career, or your dreams. Never accept less than what you think you deserve, and aim for bigger and better (because you will probably get it!). You never want to look back and think, ‘I could have done more.’ You can do more…right now. Stop saying ‘someday.’ Start saying ‘today.

Sometimes people have been stepping so long, they have forgotten what it's like to be stepped on.

Was there anything cuter than an Australian accent? A baby koala, maybe.

It was good not to forget where you came from, she thought. Good to appreciate how much better things were now.

The dagger pin is all I have left. It is comfort and pain, both, because it reminds me of all I’ve had, held, and had taken from me. It is my pen, too. With it, I write my story, again and again, in the walls. So I don’t forget. So it becomes real. I think of: Conrad’s hands, Rachel’s dark hair, Lena’s rosebud mouth, how when she was an infant, I used to sneak into her bedroom and hold her while she slept. Rachel never let me—from birth, she screamed, kicked, would have woken the household and the street. But Lena lay still and warm in my arms, submerged in some secret dreamland. And she was my secret: those nighttime hours, that twin heartbeat space, the darkness, the joy.

It's hard to tell people who they should hang out with and who they shouldn't hang out with, especially if they're not ready to hear that. You have to let your friends make their own mistakes sometimes. You can't protect them from everything, or else they'll never learn.

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Marquez one time, and Middlemarch by George Eliot another.