Coco Chanel Saved My Life

Love is wonderful when overwhelms us. It empowers us – we feel cheerful, attractive, carefree, happy – in one word it makes us feel immortal. Yet when it ends, we are left alone to endure the pain of still loving that person who maybe never loved us. It’s like a sudden and violent death. The euphoric mood becomes desperation. The enchantment becomes a nightmare.

Maybe I was the real idiot, not him.

I leave my city and my job for him and finally he decides to love, seriously… another woman! He fell in love with another woman!

common mortals need hours in front of the mirror. We cover our faces with layers of foundation, then powder and eyeshadow, blush, lipstick, to present the best possible version of ourselves.

I can’t give you what… It’s not you, it’s me. It’s better for both of us. I can’t see you this way any more. I can’t do better. I keep disappointing

“Old fashioned? I completely believe in the equality of sexes, but I’m still convinced that the man should call first. It’s a question of DNA. It’s like paying for dinner, hanging shelves, opening car doors and carrying your luggage.”

I just can’t accept how times have changed, that men have stopped being the pursuers, that they simply give out their cell phone number and then wait to be called.”

I was already his love slave.

Even his hand was sexy, I thought.

Oh, I love watches! I don’t wear one because… um, because I’m allergic.”