Quotes About Whimsical

They stood on rather unsteady legs and began to bellow out the ribald tale of a penguin who fell hopelessly in love with a humpback whale.

Tristen shook his head, his white hair shedding snowflakes as if it were made of snow itself.

Faeries can be quite mean if they are provoked.

I'm a total goofball.

I'm a goofball. I'm always changing my mind.

I always feel like a goofy little kid.

I'm kind of a goofy guy at heart.

I'm a weird goofy dork.

I'm mad goofy.

I am a goofy person at heart.

I'll never grow up. I'll always be a child at heart.

If you're ever wondering what to wear, just dress like a pumpkin, you're good to go.

When you're young, you're always wondering when you're actually going to feel like a grownup. And I think you probably fear it, in a sense, too. There's a danger to feeling like an adult... like this whimsical kid in you is going to die or something. And then all of a sudden, one day you kind of feel like an adult and it's really nice.

My kitchen looks like the one from my childhood - very homey, with a little bit of Alice in Wonderland!

What is my loftiest ambition? I've always wanted to throw an egg at an electric fan.

I love wearing bow ties for no particular reason.

Have I nothing new, nothing diverting, in my whimsical way, thou askest in one of thy letters to entertain thee with? and thou tellest me that, when I have least to narrate, to speak in the scottish phrase, I am most diverting, a pretty compliment either to thyself , or to me, to both indeed! a sign that thou hast as frothy a heart as I a head !

I eat stickers all the time dude!

My mum, a strange creature from the time when pickles on toothpicks were still the height of sophistication.

This fellow will not go wrong again; he is too terribly frightened. Send him to gaol now, and you make him a gaol-bird for life. Besides, it is the season of forgiveness. Chance has put in our way a most singular and whimsical problem, and its solution is its own reward.

I shall weave a suit of leaves. At once. With acorns for buttons.

Flowers in earthenware jugs are everywhere. There's an old-fashioned range and a scrubbed wooden table and a stable door open to the outside. As I'm wondering whether I should be making conversation, a chicken wanders in and starts scratching at the ground.

It runs and spins and wags its little tail like a metronome that has lost its mind.

Like a child joyfully waving a sparkler, the fairy godmother crisscrossed her wand, and the sturdy orange pumpkin exploded into an elegant gold coach supported by delicate wheels.