Alexandra Petri Quotes

When I don't have a story to tell, I'm a terror to live with.

You still think we can go out there, and we can all run the mile in four minutes, you know, your mind still thinks that, but then you go out and actually try to do it, it's kind of scary.

One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.

Winter makes me want to rage.

And if real life was like the movies, I should have lived happily ever after.

Sometimes your dreams come true, and it's a real drag.

The noble aspirations, neat promises and slogans of a campaign get bent out of recognition or even break as you try to nail them down to the Procrustean bed of reality.

I'm not by nature a cynical person. But sometimes your expectations are different from reality.

With one or two children at home, I feel that parents concentrate too much on them and hence children lose touch with reality. They get whatever they desire and fail to understand that in real life you may or may not get what you wish for.

Things don't always happen the way one wishes they would.

After all, life is not a Hindi movie.

Mainly I've been back to my books and writings and being nice and quiet and lazy. As I'm writing this, the radio says there's a foot of snow falling on Long Island. I really love snow and wish I could take a long walk in it right now.

Nothing is more likely to start me screaming like a madwoman than New York in February with its piles of blackened snow full of yellow holes drilled by dogs.

With the coldest winter ever recorded, with snow setting record levels up and down the coast, the Nobel committee should take the Nobel Prize back from Al Gore.

Apparently, the world is not a wish granting factory.

Unfortunately, real life can’t be wrapped up with a nice little bow.

Life isn't a romance novel. The truth is, the reason romance novels sell so well ---- the reason why everyone loves them ---- is because no one's life is actually like that. Everyone WANTS their life to be like that.

You can't always get what you want.

Sometimes my brain writes a check that reality can't cash.

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions.

Come, ye cold winds, at January's call, On whistling wings, and with white flakes bestrew The earth.

Not everything comes together in the best way ever every day. It just doesn't.

You can't get what you want all the time in life.

The fundamental mistake I had always made - and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make - was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman