Quotes About Boys

I know that when I was a children's librarian, that was about 1940, boys particularly asked where were the books about kids like us, and there weren't any at that time.

I've got a lovely family now, I've got two boys.

All my boys make me laugh.

If you mean that boys are easy to deal with, Christopher said, I'm afraid this is not the case. Not boys from Twelve A. And not girls either, the Goddess said loudly. Not from anywhere.

The high school I attended was named the Cathedral Preparatory School for Young Catholic Boys. It was a prep school, preparing us for one of two futures: either playing football or spending our lives getting sucker-punched by those who did play football.

The subject matter may have been biased but the administration assumed we were decent human beings and before classes started all we needed to learn was where the library was. Today, the administrations start with a different assumption, one that believes humanity is dark, one that sees hate and oppression everywhere, one that sees boys as rapists, and victims...victims are everywhere.

Well, first you have to be very, very funny. I have realized that it is essential for a boy to be funny. Otherwise, what is the point in a boy?

said, "You spelled lemonade wrong. It's an o, not an i." But she thought, Oh, good! A lemonade stand. My favorite thing to do! The boys didn't say anything. Jessie saw Evan's mouth tighten up. "You want me to make the lemonade?" she asked.

Generosity is a mark of bravery, so all Sioux boys were taught to be generous.

The CIA is made up of boys whose families sent them to Princeton but wouldn't let them into the family brokerage business.

Having an involved father is a strong predictor of a child's eventual level of empathy. Optimally this involvement should begin when children are starting elementary school. Moving from preschool to elementary school is a big transition for kids. Dads, who often take the lead on making the outside world enticing, appear to grease the wheels and make this transition easier. This effect is equally marked for young girls and boys alike.

Perhaps he simply assumed: a bitterness of habit, of boy after boy trained for music and medicine, and unleashed for murder.

Indeed, he seemed utterly unaware of his effect on the boys around him.

I had known contentment before, brief snatches of time in which I pursued solitary pleasure: skipping stones or dicing or dreaming. But in truth, it had been less a presence than an absence, a laying aside of dread: my father was not near, nor boys. I was not hungry, or tired, or sick. This feeling was different.

You wired the kid, Truemann said meekly to no one in particular. Why not? No crime. You're the FBI, remember. You boys run more wire than AT&T.[Reggie Love]

Dianne was suddenly concerned. Two boys see the same event. One goes into shock. It's reasonable to believe the other would be affected. She hadn't thought of this. She leaned down next to him. "Mark, are you all right?" He knew he had her. "I think so," he said with a frown, as if a migraine were upon him.

Hardy said Ricky might be locked up in some institution for months, maybe years, if the doctors weren't told the truth about what the boys witnessed. Hardy was okay, not too bright, and he was making the mistake of talking to Mark as if he were five years old instead of eleven.

That's what I love about boys," Marion told him. "No matter what, you just go about your business.

I had acquired an undeniable mystique - if only to the Bancroft butt-room boys. Don't forget: Miss Frost was an older woman, and that goes a long way with boys - even if the older woman has a penis!

What a misfortune it is that we should thus be compelled to let our boys schooling interfere with their education!

Letter home from college boy: "There are 370 boys here - I wish there were 369."

Please don't worry, I am doing fine. You're much too busy to even find the time, so use your chemicals and take this to your grave, the boys you left are men you didn't raise.

Boys are like pennies. You find them lying around everywhere! They aren't worth much. Some are bright, some are dull. But don't be sad if you lose one cuz there is a million more out there!

I remember the runners best, nut-brown bodies slicked with oil, stretching on the track beneath the sun. They mix together, broad-shouldered husbands, beardless youths and boys, their calves all thickly carved with muscle.