Quotes About Boys

Boys are trying enough to human patience, goodness knows, but girls are infinitely more so, especially to nervous gentlemen with tyrannical tempers…

It's dreadful, but I can't scold him. He's so absent-minded and goodnatured, he lets those boys ride over him roughshod.

Taking these things into consideration, while blinking stupidly at Dr. Z, I resolved to retire gracefully, if I must; so, with a valedictory to my boys, a private lecture to Mrs. Waldman, and a fervent wish that I could take off my body and work in my soul, I mournfully ascended to my apartment, and Nurse P. was reported off-duty.

Friend of all the World,' said Mahbub, pushing over the pipe for the boy to clean, 'I have met many men, women, and boys, and not a few Sahibs. I have never in all my days met such an imp as thou art.' 'And why? When I always tell thee the truth.' 'Perhaps the very reason, for this is a world of danger to honest men.

You can get the boys out of the war, but you can't get the war out of the boys.

As long as she lives she will never figure out why it is that some boys refuse to see that somebody loves them.

He crossed the wide breadth of beach, hearing their voices coming to him on the wind before he saw them at the shoreline. The two boys were stamping at the creamy edges of the waves—making small explosions of water and wet sand—his daughter down on her haunches, examining something, a mussel or a crab or just the mysterious, bubbling holes that opened and closed like mouths under the retreating waves.

So I hear we get to go to town this weekend. Want to catch a movie or something? --Z P.S. That is, if Jimmy doesn't mind. Translation: This weekend might be a good chance for us to see each other outside our school in a social environment, free of competetiton. I do not view other boys as threats, and I enjoy making them seem insignificant by calling them the wrong names. (Translation by Macey McHenry)

The fact that boys are allowed to exist at all is evidence of a remarkable Christian forbearance among men.

In stories told later, many boys would claim that the girls on Coffin Rock were decorated with chunks of raw turkey, soaked in poultry blood like the chick in fuckin' Carrie, but this was embellishment.

Mr Abrahams was a preparatory schoolmaster of the old-fashioned sort. He cared neither for work nor games, but fed his boys well and saw that they did not misbehave. The rest he left to the parents, and did not speculate how much the parents were leaving to him. Amid mutual compliments the boys passed out into a public school, healthy but backward, to receive upon undefended flesh the first blows of the world.

I wished we had been the kind of girls those boys would have been nice to, automatically. I'm not even sure what kind of girls that would have been, why some girls were attractive to boys and others weren't.

Boys are marvellous creatures. Perhaps they will sink below the brutes; perhaps they will attain to a woman's tenderness.

I was living on the wrong side of the tracks in Evanston, Illinois, in a home for boys. We had these Jackson 5 records. I really related to their voices - they were about my age, but they were doing it.

Boys wandered about in a condition of unnatural civility

Swimming - what real men do while boys play football.

The mother of boys work son-up to son-down.

Grandfathers are just antique little boys.

The only difference between men and boys is the cost of their toys.

What are little boys made of?Snips and snails, and puppy dogs' tails;That's what little boys are made of.

Good-bye, fare you well!We're homeward bound for New York town,Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound!

He was a just a boy. They all were. Even the largest of them.

They want the working classes, laborers. Boys who aren't stamped by"—Herr Siedler frowns—"middle-class garbage. The cinemas and so forth. They want industrious boys. Exceptional boys." "Yes, sir.

He and Werner eat their first meal in their starchy new uniforms at a long wooden table in the refectory. Some boys talk in whispers, some sit alone, some gulp food as if they have not eaten in days. Through three arched windows, dawn sends a sheaf of hallowed golden rays. Frederick flutters his fingers and asks, "Do you like birds?" "Sure." "Do you know about hooded crows?