Quotes About Carefree

We were privates, and who is more carefree?

They'll be safe from books and botany all their lives.

Non pensarmi mai, se non ridendo.

Recalling former years' romances, Recalling love that time enhances, With tenderness, with not a care, Alive, at liberty once more, We drank, in mute intoxication, The breath of the indulgent night! Just as a sleepy convict might Be carried from incarceration Into a greenwood, so were we Borne to our youth by reverie.

If I didn't care for fun and such, I'd probably amount to much. But I shall stay the way I am, Because I do not give a damn.

If I didn't care for fun and such, I'd probably amount to much. But I shall stay the way I am, Because I do not give a damn.

We were all in the incubation process and in the last carefree times of our lives. We were human Polaroids slowly developing into what other people would see, but for now we were just scrappy kids in no rush to grow up.

I was a gypsy, living a carefree life of ponies and tennis.

Life is glorious when it is happy; days are carefree when they are happy; the interplay of thought and imagination is far superior to that of muscle and sinew.

I want to live my life with no goals anymore, but just completely free, like I did when I was younger.

I don't know how I look, but I know how I feel: Young. Goofy. Infinite.

Her legs swing complete afternoons away.

La-di-dah, just out for a little spin, don't mind me.

A life of unremitting caution, without the carefree–or even, occasionally, the careless–may turn out to be half a life.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

She was blissfully unaware of her peril.

Of all the names that linger in my memory after a long journey, this one is the dearest to me (Therapia). Perhaps because it sounds so Greek, blithe as a swelling paean to carefree days spent on lovely shores? Perhaps because it came at the beginning and now belongs to a long ago, glorified time-for the journey had just begun.

That's my proudest accomplishment: that I don't feel like a grown-up.

I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.

Gloria has a very young soul-irresponsible, as much as anything else. She has no sense of responsibility. She's sparklin, Aunt Catherine, said Richard pleasantly. A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She's too pretty.

It's just a crazy old thing. I just slip it on sometimes when I don't care what I look like.

I never care what I do, so I always have a good time.

Let me return to childhood and stay there forever, caring nothing for the values that grown men give to things or for the relationships that grown men establish between them.

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