Quotes About Playfulness

I know my mom still wears lingerie and jumps out of closets to scare my dad. She's always joked that she tries to give him a heart attack so she can get his coin collection. But now she's actually worried that she might give him a heart attack. And the coin collection may not exist, so she's being gentler on him.

My sons think it's a fireman's pole, but I forgot to cut a hole through the ground into the kitchen.

If I told you your bare ass looks fantastic in the moonlight, would you hold that against me?

Wal-Mart, do they like, sell walls there?

Are you done yet?' Issac called Charles tilted his head back and called back, 'I suppose that's why they call you the five minute wonder.' Anna could feel her eyes round and her mouth drop open 'I cant believe you just said that' She paused and reconsidered. 'I am so telling Samuel you said that.' Charles smiled. kissed her gently, and said 'Samuel won't believe you.

Argued with your back-fence neighbor," Adam said, his voice very gentle. "And watched him when he wasn't looking," I agreed. "Because every once in a while, especially after a full moon hunt, he'd forget that I could see in the dark, and he'd run around naked in the backyard." He laughed silently. "I never forgot you could see in the dark," he admitted.

You going to watch my butt all day, or are you going to join me?" asked my mate. "What if I had said I was going to watch your butt all day?" I asked curiously as I opened the door an stepped into the hot water. "I've been considering belly-dancing lessons," he told me in a serious voice.

Afterward we drove out to the Hanford Reservation and ran as a wolf and coyote through the open terrain. He didn't have Samuel's ability to throw off all his humanity and revel in the joy of being a wild thing. Instead, he played with the same intensity he used for everything. Which meant that when I chase him, I wasn't really sure I wanted to catch him - and when he chased me, I felt like a rabbit.

Some people are like Slinkies. They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.

Maybe I should have explained matters better when I had him on the phone, but where's the fun in that?

Some people are like Slinkies. They aren't really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.

So, in a fit of pique, I came up with the silliest thing I could think of, and handed the book in under the title "Bowling for Dragons

To speak, to write , without charm is to make utterances without reference to a reality outside oneself. It is an act devoid of the playfulness of art, without the attractive humility of one who know absolutely that others exist and therefore feels drawn to please them, because to give them an instant of pleasure is to acknowledge their existence.

Poets and children," said Sylvan. "We are the same really. When you can't find a poet, find a child. Remember that.

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.

Why wasn't I already kissing this woman? Why wasn't I naked, eating violets, and playing music underneath the open sky? Looking around the room again, everything seemed terribly ridiculous. These people sitting on their benches wearing layers on layers of clothing, eating with knives and forks. It all struck me as so pointless and contrived. It was incredibly funny. It was like they were playing a game and didn't even realize it. It was like a joke I'd never understood before.

Still there are worse things than playing in the rain.

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. It

When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can.

need to go chase the wind for a while, you are too serious.

Und auch in der synthetisierenden Geruchsküche seiner Phantasie, in der er ständig neue Duftkombinationen zusammenstellte, herrschte noch kein ästhetisches Prinzip. Es waren Bizarrerien, die er schuf und alsbald wieder zerstörte wie ein Kind, das mit Bauklötzen spielt, erfindungsreich und destruktiv, ohne erkennbares schöpferisches Prinzip.

Und auch in der synthetisierenden Geruchsküche seiner Phantasie, in der er ständig neue Duftkombinationen zusammenstellte, herrschte noch kein ästhetisches Prinzip. Es waren Bizarrerien, die er schuf und alsbald wieder zerstörte wie ein Kind, das mit Bauklötzen spielt, erfindungsreich und destruktiv, ohne erkennbares schöpferisches Prinzip." ? Patrick Süskind, Das Parfum

I fuck like an overturned guppy.

Me? I'm a mocker!