Quotes About Whimsical

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'?

I asked her, dreamily, if we had met, and when she told me that we had not, I gave her a little finger wave, the type a leprechaun might offer a pixie who was floating by on a maple leaf. Well, hi there, I whispered.

I'm not an activist. I'm a fantasist.

I have an affinity for a lot of things that are kind of fairy-tale-ish and bookish.

I can't be serious, apparently.

Mother Tibbs made but an indifferent housemaid, for she spent most of her time at the garden gate, waving her handkerchief to the passers-by. And if, when at her work, she heard the sound of a fiddle or flute, however distant, she would instantly stop whatever she was doing and start dancing, brandishing wildly in the air broom, or warming-pan, or whatever domestic implement she may have been holding in her hands at the time.

silly buggers

He had just brought Richelieu back down to the ground after a frolicsome attempt to touch a cloud with his front hooves.

As he began to drift again Jean was never sure whether he saw or did not see, a troupe of monkeys clad in blue Hussar coats piped with yellow twist, enter from a small door to swing across the great chamber and exit like nomadic wanderers into a great door emblazoned by the setting sun.

Daisy loved to read, having fueled her imagination with so many books that, were they laid end to end, would probably extend from one side of England to the other. She was charming, whimsical, fun-loving, but- and here was the odd thing about Daisy- she was also a solidly rational person, coming up with insights that were nearly always correct.

Daisy Bowman, Lillian's young sister, had an out-sized personality that belied her small, slight frame. Idealistic and possessed of a decidedly whimsical bent, she devoured romantic novels populated with rogues and villains. However, Daisy's elfin facade concealed a shrewd intelligence that most people tended to overlook. She was fair-skinned and dark-haired, with eyes the color of spiced gingerbread... mischievous eyes with long, spiky lashes.

KeepCalmAndRideAUnicorn

Loopy as a crochet convention.

Kincaid?" the girl asked, her voice whimsical. "Can you be trusted?" "You're paid up through April," the man replied, his eyes still scanning the street. "After that I might get a better offer." "There," the girl said to me. "Kincaid can be trusted until April. He's an ethical man, in his way.

It was going to be absolutely grimmawesomely, grimmazingly snowtastic!

Apparently trying to have fun is being is immature...who knew?

I like being silly cause it makes everything better.

When I get tired I start being extra silly.

I like being silly, I like being funny, I'm a child at heart really.

The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.

...So put a gerbil on your Christmas list.

Elves don't shimmer

why don't you just get the bunny slippers with fangs Myrin?

Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.