Quotes About Carefree

It was an utterly carefree journey as the Caird drove smartly across the sparkling water.

My new dressing goal is to make little kids and babies smile at all the bright, clashing colours I can wear at once. It makes me laugh when I catch sight of my own reflection - life is too short not have fun!

I'm such a control freak that camping, for me, is difficult. I can't be this crazy, carefree person that wears the same outfit for four days.

In warm weather, people are sillier.

I have no limits, no filter, no class, no poise. No decorum. Just fun.

When I'm not working, I dress like a surfer. I look like I'm going to come into your house and clean your pool.

If I had to say something, it would be 'Lighten up. Be cool.' There's just so many buffoons out there.

I'm really not tailored for responsibility.

Someone once asked me, 'How long does it take to do your hair.' I said, 'I don't know, I'm never there.'

I just feel like a kid that has some money now, that can take care of my family... I think I'll always be a kid. I'm always messing around, always running around, always trying to have a good time.

I love to be tan. Maybe this is the wrong message, but I don't always put sunscreen on.

I was very young when I was using fake tan and I didn't care.

What, are you doing? Aside from getting your sandwich cold." "I'm making a snow angel. Don't you know what that is?" "Yes, I know. But why? You must be freezing." "Not so much, actually. My face is a little, I guess.

and that by this time he didn't care a hang for anybody or anything, they gathered round the glowing embers of the great wood fire, and thought how jolly it was to be sitting up SO late, and SO independent, and SO full;

I ran. A grown man running with a swarm of screaming children. But i didn't care. I ran with the wind blowing in my face, and a smile as wide as the Valley of Panjsher on my lip. I ran

Okay, you drive, she said. I'll sit with m head hanging out of the window like a golden retriever.

In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you.

What I'm feeling . . . it's unfamiliar—carefree, playful, light. . . . I feel light.

In all this world there is nothing so beautiful as a happy child.

Childhood is the time of man's greatest content. 'Tis during these years of innocent pleasure that the little ones are most free from care. [...] Their joy is in being alive, and they do not stop to think. In after-years the doom of mankind overtakes them, and they find they must struggle and worry, work and fret, to gain the wealth that is so dear to the hearts of men.

We treat our encounters with them with carefree casualness. We are certain that our relationships will naturally take care of themselves.

Another example: When you watch a young child who is playing with complete focus and yet totally carefree, it's hard not to feel a tug. Doesn't the child's innocence seem palpable at that moment? Can't you feel in yourself—or yearn to feel—the same delight in play? Doesn't the child's tiny body seem as fragile as a soap bubble and yet bursting with life itself, something immense, eternal, never to be defeated?

If I don't have anything to do all day, I might not even put my pants on.

I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance, were it not for making living, which is rather a nouciance.