Quotes About Boys

Stay away from boys. They'll either throw rocks or look up your skirt.

I hear they come to all the high-school parties," DeeAnna said. "And take all the boys. And do things we didn't do till we were old married women—and then only after the transaction of a few nice pieces of jewelry." She twirled a diamond tennis bracelet.

These boys both fell out of the ugly tree at a young age, hitting every damned branch on the way down. Then their mommas whupped them with an ugly stick and fed them ugly soup every day of their lives. They were Uh-glee, with a couple of capital double-ugs.

As the campfire burned to an ashy bowl of red-hot embers, the boys would ramble on, piling up horror upon horror, like cordwood stacked under a blood-red-barked madrona tree.

I dread handshakes. I've got some problems with my hands, and everywhere I go, people want to impress me with their grip. To make it worse, now women are coming up with that firm shake. So I'll say, 'Gimme five!' If a boy wants a handshake, I'll just give him a hug.

I grew up kind of a tomboy and I used to fight with all the neighborhood boys.

I started racing BMX when I was five years old. I followed in my brother's footsteps, and I was a little tomboy. When I came into the sport, there wasn't many women. I raced with the boys; I looked up to the boys, and all my mentors were boys.

I am such a tomboy. I grew up fighting with boys, mainly - beating up boys, actually.

I was a tomboy. And one of my first recollections of great success was playing baseball with the boys.

I'm a tomboy naturally; I grew up hanging up with boys.

Little boys are a ton of fun.

Thinking fascinates me, and I probably spend too much time in my mind. My wife says that my perfect world is to be in the Suburban driving, with her next to me and the boys in the back seat and complete silence for two thousand miles.

My boys wear red pants or crazy color tops. My kids are more fashion forward in their own dressing.

Saloon' a sign said, no more nor less. And underneath, on a smaller sign hanging from a string, 'Clean boys wanted.' Look, see, says John Cole, who didn't have the great learning I had, but little nonetheless. Well, he says, by my mother's loving heart, we do fulfill half that requirement.

Some crime against nature is about to be committed. I feel it in my veins. These men and boys are grocers and clerks, gardeners and fathers - fathers of small children. A country cannot bear to lose them.

Better than being at each other's throats, I guess. You going in?" "I'm too lazy to change into my suit and then back again. You guys riding later?" Mike sighed. "Probably not. Lisa thinks it's too hot for the boys to wear all the gear and shit.

I suppose you could pass for a starlet. You do have that femme fatale air about you. Like you crush boys' dreams in your spare time.

When I walked to school in the mornings I would start out alone but would pick up four other boys along the way. We would set out together after school across the village green.

In Texas, rocks are considered an adequate weaponry during schoolyard scuffles. Dallas children carry a brace of loaded pistols, a concealed Derringer, and a 6 inch Toadsticker in one boot. That's the girls of course. Boys bring howitzers to class.

To Robert, he wrote, In Texas, rocks are considered inadequate weaponry during school yard scuffles. Dallas children carry a brace of loaded pistols, a concealed Deringer, and a six-inch toadsticker in one boot. That's the girls, of course. Boys bring howitzers to class.

The world had taught me to dress up my trauma in short skirts and secret bathroom crying, to protect the fragility of boys at all costs

Where do you find a stomach on a Thursday afternoon in Reno? Chinatown? suggests someone. Costco? Butcher Boys. Tracy pulls his phone from a pocket. Hello, I'm from the university - the catchall preamble for unorthodox inquiries.

Then came that sigh. I wish I had had a tape recorder handy every time in my life that I heard a boy sigh at the outset of urination. What a lovely sound. So much satisfaction. Girls sigh far less often before they pee, and not with the same devotion, I think. If only I had such a recording of boys' sighs. I would lie on a pillow in the sunlight of the late afternoon, sometimes listening to Chopin, sometimes Schubert, and sometimes to the sighs, seriatim, of all the boys about to pee.

for glam and goth and boys who liked glam and goth.