Miranda: You haven't had a crush since Big.
Carrie: Big wasn't a crush. He was a crash.
Carrie: One woman's Titanic is another woman's Love Boat.
Carrie: Someone's definition of what constitutes cheating is in direct proportion to how much they themselves want to cheat.
Miranda: That's moral relativism.
Carrie: I prefer to think of it as quantum cheating.
Samantha: Well, I don't know how you people do it. All that emotional chow-chow. It's exhausting.
Carrie: You can't make friends with a squirrel. Squirrels are just rats with cuter outfits.
Miranda: Soul mates only exist in the Hallmark aisle of Duane Reade Drugs.
Carrie: 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.
Carrie: [about therapists] First they want you to come there two times a week, then three times a week, and eventually you're starting every sentence with 'my therapist says... '
Miranda: My therapist says that's a very common fear.
Carrie: And then I realised something, twenty-something girls are just fabulous, until you see one with the man who broke your heart.
Samantha: [to the girls] I think I have monogamy. I caught it from you people.
Carrie: Oh God it's airborne.
Mr. Big: Abso-fucking-lutely
Carrie: The fact is, sometimes it's really hard to walk in a single woman's shoes. That's why we need really special ones now and then to make the walk a little more fun.
Big: It took me a really long time to get here, but I'm here. Carrie, you're the one.
Carrie: It's good to know that the ones you love will always be in your heart. And if your very lucky, only a plane ride away.
Carrie: My Zen teacher also said the only way to true happiness is to live in the moment and not be worried about the future.
Carrie: 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...
Carrie: What? Now? What happened to last night with all your concerns?
Big: Fuck it. You'll need material for the sequel.
Miranda: He has one ball, and I have a lazy ovary! In what twisted world does that create a baby? It's like the Special Olympics of conception!
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