Quotes About Playful

Acting has always been something for me that's been a romp. I just show up and I have a good time, and I hope that I get through the day and I can have lunch in the sun.

I think with the kids I get to be a little more fun and goofy, which is kinda how I am all the time.

We were just a gaggle of kids, and everybody played together and had a good time. You know how kids can be completely horrible; abusive but fun. But anyway, it was a nice childhood.

And you have lost none of your wickedness either.

All children are mad daredevils. I suppose we become too staid and dull as we grow up.

You must never stop being whimsical.

You must not ever stop being whimsical.

Damn it, the tiger played velvet paws with me, didn't he?

She smiled. How...cute. She chose the word rather like a candy, which she bit.

Well, what now? You have no job. I have no job. Wanna play Jenga?

I have fur hands, William. See them? See my fur hands?

I love that contradiction of being feminine but playing in the boys' treehouse. My whole life's been like that.

He grinned at me so unexpectedly I forgot to flap for a second and dropped several feet. "You looove me," he crooned smugly. Holding his arms out wide, he added, "You love me this much.

I can be a goofball sometimes. I love having a good time and being carefree.

I guess I love mischief as much as Amelia Bedelia. I simply enjoy laughing at life.

I love tiny, plastic realistic food magnets. I don't know why. They're hilarious.

I love children. They're so much fun and I would have a blast spoiling them.

I don't know if I'm very complicated at all. I wish I was. I wish I was one of these deep, intricate people. But I just love having fun really.

I just love getting dirty.

Because I am about to be devoured by poodles," I quip. "Remember me always, my love.

Choose love and don't ever let fear turn you away from your playful heart

I love to swim. When I jump in the water, I feel like I'm 12 years old again. It's really funny how it does that to me.

Cole is in what Wendy refers to as his E.T. stage, wherein he waddles around the house like E.T., exploring and trashing everything within reach, making strange little noises as he goes.

Now, what's my name?" says he. "What, is that Bill?" says she. "Noo, that ain't," says he, and he twirled his tail. "Is that Ned?" says she. "Noo, that ain't," says he, and he twirled his tail. "Well, is that Mark?" says she. "Noo, that ain't," says he.