Quotes About Boy

The boy with the haunted eyes was Dory's secret. Eli. And she knew that she had to see him again.

So this little boy was--I became her confidant a little too early, I think. It didn't seem to warp me exactly, but it left me with a little too much knowledge at an early age. [p. 143]

It strikes me that whatever advantages there are to being a boy—getting to stay out late and having other people wash your clothes and bring you plates of stuff---get undercut by having to play football.

Why do you have to study together?" Mr. Ray asked. "When I was a boy we didn't study in droves. And what help is all the fudge?" "Nourishment, Papa, nourishment," Betsy explained. "We need strength.

The expression is: a boy's best friend is his mother. It's not: a boy's best pimp is his mother. It is that way for a reason.

A boy and a girl, I forget their names. The two of them seemed to be a pair. The girl had hair like a raven and the boy looked a bit like Byron. They were interested in poetry. They had a little light behind the eyes. The girl asked me about Dorothy Parker

An older boy that never knew safety himself, trying to make us feel safe.

The devil here is a boy with too much imagination," he usually said.

It occurred to him later that this was when he began to love the boy—which was, of course, what the man in black must have planned all along. Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?

He found the cone and bit into it. "I'm not an errand boy." No, he wasn't. He was a fool, which made him even lower on the pole.

One teenage boy, Amcher, had been named for the first thing his parents saw upon reaching the hospital: the sign for Albany Medical Center Hospital Emergency Room.

Mr. Morrow, IOI owns this network.…" "Of course they do!" Morrow shouted gleefully. "They own practically everything! Including you, pretty boy! I mean, did they tattoo a UPC code on your ass when they hired you to sit there and spout their corporate propaganda?" ? Ernest Cline, Ready Player One

As a boy, I found myself drawn to Arthurian legends, and then to Celtic mythology, and then further east into the mysticism of Asian religions.

As a boy, because I was born and raised in Ohio, about 60 miles north of Dayton, the legends of the Wrights have been in my memories as long as I can remember.

There's some belting hymns. Brilliant hymns. When I was an altar boy the hymns were great.

I love the chocolate boy image. I love my heartthrob image.

A damn independent boy; independent as a hog on ice.

I'll confess right here that I secretly wish I'd have drawn a strip about a little boy with a fake tiger, going for adventures throughout the universe in spaceships of his imagination.

When my publicist told me I was going to be in 'People''s Ones to Watch as Maybelline's honoree, at first I was in shock. Then I thought, 'Wow. This is really happening.' I just feel so happy and honored that they would choose a boy in beauty.

'The Marriage of Souls', like 'The Rationalist', is an exploration of humanist philosophy wrapped between the delicate leaves of an eighteenth-century tale. The story of the two novels - and they should be read as a two-volume work - centres around the old war-horse of boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy finds girl. But what a boy and what a girl.

He is a boy, just as boys are. A little dull, maybe, but he hasn't had the advantages we've had.' 'Which are?' prompted Glinda. 'Even for a short time,' said Elphaba, 'we had a mother. Giddy, alcoholic, imaginative, uncertain, desperate, brave, stubborn, supportive woman. We had her. Melena.

On the grave among the pine trees, a boy knelt weeping, his chest, racked by sobs, heaving in the darkness, oppressed by an immense grief gentler than the moon and more unfathomable than the night.

There were creakings, scurryings, and hoarse doubtful noises; and I thought uncomfortably about the hidden tunnels suggested by the grocery boy.

For though Kuranes was a monarch in the land of dream, with all imagined pomps and marvels, splendours and beauties, ecstasies and delights, novelties and excitements at his command, he would gladly have resigned for ever the whole of his power and luxury and freedom for one blessed day as a simple boy in that pure and quiet England, that ancient, beloved England which had moulded his being and of which he must always be immutably a part.