Quotes About Spontaneity

The way Calvin's brain is wired you can almost hear the fuses blowing.

What's the point of wearing your favorite rocket ship underpants if nobody ever asks to see 'em?

I don't think I'd have been in such a hurry to reach adulthood if I'd known the whole thing was going to be ad-libbed.

I'm resolving to just wing it and see what happens.

The only permanent rule in Calvinball is that you can never play it the same way twice! (Calvin)

No sport is less organized than Calvinball.

Calvin: ME TARZAN! KING OF JUNGLE! Suzy: Nice underpants. Does your mom know you're over here like this? Calvin:...I don't think Jane EVER said that to Tarzan.

A song is anything that can walk by itself.

He did not want to be derailed by forethought.

Just play it by ear," Bannon said. "We'll figure it out." That was the Trump way. Playing by ear, acting on impulse. Pure Trump.

Tout ce qui n'est ni une couleur, ni un parfum, ni une musique, c'est de l'enfantillage

I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, 'May I come in?' is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, 'I am here.

La risa) es una reina que viene y va. No le pregunta a nadie, no elige los momentos adecuados (...), la Reina Risa viene a mi y me grita al oído: ¡Aquí estoy! ¡Aquí estoy!, hasta que la sangre regresa y trae a mis mejillas un poco de la luz del sol que siempre lleva consigo.

Gideon walked briskly and I hurried to keep up. When he stopped abruptly, turned, and dipped me back in a lavish heated kiss on the crowded sidewalk, I was too stunned to do more than hold on. It was a soul-wrenching melding of our mouths, full of passion and sweet spontaneity that made my heart ache. Applause broke out around us. When he straightened me again, I was breathless and dizzy. "What was that?" I gasped. "A prelude.

They decided to get married in the house, because it was quick and there was a bed nearby.

When I walk out, I am a great event. I do not have to think, or even rehearse. What happens in me will happen without attention. The pheasant stands on the hill; He is arranging his brown feathers. I cannot help smiling at what it is I know. Leaves and petals attend me. I am ready.

How wild it was, to let it be.

Sandry: I am silly, now and then. My mother said I was, anyway. Daja: If you know, you can stop it. Sandry: Then you've never been silly or you'd know it just creeps up without any warning.

Their life was aimless, that was, literally without aims. This was what living was about, they said. Not to join in, become imprisoned by rules and inhibitions. One should simply exist.

Fine living is not for you, lads, eh? Well, go out and play in the streets for a while, my honeys.

If you love someone, you say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by.

Why do we always wait for traditional special occasions to enjoy good things? Maybe we just need to create our own special occasions.

Distract him? What the hell was I supposed to do? Strip naked and do the hula?

Sometimes, if you want to be happy, you've got to run away to Bath and marry a punk rocker. Sometimes you've got to dye your hair cobalt blue, or wander remote islands in Sicily, or cook your way through Mastering the Art of French Cooking in a year, for no very good reason.