Quotes About Whimsical

At restaurants, I always get a kids' menu and color or draw on the tablecloth.

I definitely secretly dream of being a mermaid.

At times her whimsical fancy would intensify natural processes around her till they seemed a part of her own story. Rather they became a part of it; for the world is only a psychological phenomenon, and what they seemed they were.

But today I would frame the painting of the white cat playing with the red plaid mouse.

I'm wondering why I thought it was a good idea to fill my purse with eggs." He blinked at me. I pulled a cold, flabby fried egg from mny bag, followed by its twin, holding them up so he could see. "Eggs." "You couldn't carry a packet of peanuts like a normal person?" he asked. I smiled. "I've never done normal particularly well....

I am the magical mouseI don't eat cheeseI eat sunsetsAnd the tops of trees.

I will tell you in another life when we are both cats.

inofensivo. Soy como una broma pesada

Built in an elegant fusion of Italianate, French, and early Disney styles, this magnificent estate offers a thousand bathrooms for all of your executive Cinderella needs...

I like to just have fun and be silly and say pretty much whatever comes into my mind, do pretty much whatever I want.

Hey, Amy, did you ever want to, like, get on the conveyor belt and see what happened? Like,'Hey don't mind me, I'm just hanging with cargo'?

An Elf-Woman went by him, seated in a chair that moved along by itself, humming as it went. An Elf-Man walked by the other way, talking into a—a far-speak, but one that had no leash fastening it to the wall. Two Elf-Women each carried huge bunches of giant, fiercely colored Elvish flowers. And all the time the air twittered and beeped and hissed and buzzed.

You need to be silly sometimes.

He's not a child but he's childlike, he's not a grown up, he's not a kid, maybe he sounds like an elf on helium, we'll play with it.

Pearl gathered the violets, and anemones, and columbines, and some twigs of the freshest green, which the old trees held down before her eyes. With these she decorated her hair and her young waist, and became a nymph child, or an infant dryad, or whatever else was in closest sympathy with the antique wood.

pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows.

I love it when the snowflakes are flying like butterflies.

Sometimes I have this little girl in me who craves to do something mischievous.

If I'm writing something and I'm not feeling mischievous, then I know it's not going to be great.

I can be very moody.

Had Dr. Seuss been a slightly insane pornographer, he might have written a book like this.--reviewing Nicholson Baker's House of Holes

their kiss was like a paper airplane landing on the moon.

The rodent of ecstasy sings by my bedside.

What this investigation reveals is that Pearly Poll, a minor and rather whimsical character in the modern re-telling of the Ripper story, might actually be the single most suspicious individual to emerge throughout the entire series of Whitechapel murders