Quotes About Boys

All the girls walk by dressed up for each otherAnd the boys do the boogie woogieOn the corner of the streetAnd the people passing by just stare in wild wonderAnd the inside jukebox roars just like thunder

The fact that I was a bachelor provided two opportunities or two handles that they might get on me, namely, girls or boys.

Do we need to have another discussion about this?" he asked the boys, as they limped around the room wincing and rubbing heir butts.

Considering the multitude of things that happen in any one person's life, it seems fairly unlikely that those little boys remembered the incident for very long. It was an introduction to what was to come. And cruelty could never again take them totally by surprise. But I have remembered it. I have remembered it because it was the moment I learned I was not to be trusted.

Strange words to hear in a cavalry mess! Strange turmoil in the souls of men! They were the same words I had heard from London boys in Ypres, spoken just as crudely. But many young gentlemen who spoke those words have already forgotten them or would deny them.

If you boys are psychologist types and you've been listening to my endless debriefings with Hank, what the hell is Donna's handle? How do I get next to her? I mean, how is it done? With that kind of sweet, unique, stubborn little chick?

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

You like him because he is a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

We think of the boys we kissed, the boys we screwed, the boys we loved, the boys who didn't love us back, the boys who were with us at the end, the boys who were with us beyond the end. Love is so painful, how could you ever wish it on anybody? And love is so essential, how could you ever stand in its way?

You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.

That is all I need to make a room full of happiness-two boys, one love, and a song.

This is Tiny's number, but everybody's going to be looking at the boys in uniform. This should be the most homoerotically charged baseball dance number since "I Don't Dance" in High School Musical 2.

Some boys—not many, but a few—are like that, getting their own strength from finding your weakness and poking it. There's something weirdly transfixing about their confidence, like even as they're condescending to you, you're secretly hoping that their strength will rub off and suddenly you'll be as confident as they are.

If I didn't have a boy, at least I had plenty of stories about boys. And honestly? Some of the stories were better than the boys themselves.

It's like a fairy tale, and we're the shadows who are turning back into boys.

But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves.

Harry's parents present the two boys with a canister of Binaca. We laugh when it's clear that neither boy knows what it is. How would we explain it to them? That long ago, when you wanted your breath to be doused with mint, you'd pull out one of these slim metal tubes and spritz a little Binaca into your mouth. Whether you were covering up booze or covering up a more general sourness, you could rely on this hissing blast to do the trick.

That," the chief counselor said, "is what happens to people who play around." If this was the punishment for a boy and a girl, I felt certain the penalty for two boys somehow involved barbed wire, a team of donkeys, and the nearest volcano.

Or maybe they were just doing it for fun. A lark. Their religion is tolerant of extreme forms of recreation. Boys will be boys, after all, and sociopathic boys will be sociopathic.

If caught wearing white and you stain, stand and spread out your skirt, let the boys read into it shapes like blots of ink.

Philosophy is listening to warbling posh boys, it is being more bored than you have ever been in your life, more bored than you thought it possible to be.

We did not desire or dread the boys in themselves, we only desired and dreaded being wanted or not being wanted.

I love boys with English accents.

We noticed that the boys' and girls' scores were not equally spread. The means were the same. However, the standard deviation for the boys was 14.9, and for the girls it was only 14.1. This difference in spread was statistically significant.