Quotes About Playful

Is this the point where I sing the little song about Pic and London sittin' in a tree?" "Only if you want the tree shoved up your ass.

La-di-dah, just out for a little spin, don't mind me.

She had passed the spring of youth, but her wit prolonged the triumph of its reign, and they mutually assisted the fame of each other; for those, who were charmed by her loveliness, spoke with enthusiasm of her talents; and others, who admired her playful imagination, declared, that her personal graces were unrivalled.

lots of tickly licks of joy.

He gave the side of her head a quick lick before she squealed and ducked away from him. Tasted like Meg. Felt like puppy fuzz. Too bad he couldn't hold her down and give her a proper grooming like he used to do with Sam.

Because of where we've been, we might not ever totally grow up. Is that so bad? Other adults spend fortunes trying to revive their inner children, trying to be wide-eyed, curious, creative, playful, even vulnerable again. We are already that way. We have always been that way, and we can stay that way. Bring hard-won wisdom, courage, and awareness into it, but candor, laughter, tender sympathy for crying kings and birds with broken wings: these we can keep.

How do you get a sweet little 80-year-old lady to say the F word? Get another sweet little 80-year-old lady to yell "BINGO!"

Naughty but nice.

If you're ever in a jam, a crayon scrunched up under your nose makes a good pretend mustache.

When I started acting professionally, it really felt like an extension of just playing around - it was all very organic.

That's my proudest accomplishment: that I don't feel like a grown-up.

we wish you everything you wish yourself' Jurgen said. 'What do you wish yourself?' Birgit asked. I felt silly 'I don't really have any specific wishes' 'a new old man perhaps?' Juliet said playfully 'but please, not just any old man!' I said. 'of course not just any old man! The man with whom it'll all be different.

I am a gummy bear fanatic.

You're fearless when you're a kid.

As long as I was well fed, I was a very, very nice child. I just used my imagination and played with Barbies. I was pretty easy.

I act like I'm 14, if you haven't figured that out yet.

Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Fire, through whom You light the night, and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.

I'm a wicked ping-pong player.

I like to put on a wig or a fake mustache and do something silly with friends, do a little dance.

As a child, I always chose a false nose and some face paint and a wig for my birthday.

When I'm bored or tired of being blonde, I'll throw on a wig. It's a lot less of a permanent way to change your look, and I have about 10 - all different colors, shapes, bobs, long hair, short, feathered.

I actually have a stash of wigs for Halloween. But only for that. Not to play dress-up.

I was a wild kid. I was left to climb trees. And you know those railways logs, they piled them up, six feet apart, and I'd jump from one to the other. Without a safety net! I was an incredible tomboy.

I always enjoyed sport. I was a bit of a wild child, to be honest, and just loved running around.