Quotes About Playfulness

One of the best things in the world to be is a boy; it requires no experience, but needs some practice to be a good one.

Adults are obsolete children...

If you want to be creative, stay in part a child, with the creativity and invention that characterizes children before they are deformed by adult society.

People who make puns are like wanton boys that put coppers on the railroad tracks. They amuse themselves and other children, but their little trick may upset a freight train of conversation for the sake of a battered witticism.

When life throws you a rainy day, play in the puddles!

I skip for that all-over body tickle.

Skipping is jumping for joy, step after step.

With a light heart and a bounding step, Lucy was skipping...

Skipping is oxygen for the soul.

Skipping by the flowers, Skipping around for hours, Skipping in rain showers — Skipping has magical powers!

Adults aren't generally struck with the urge to skip because their worries and burdens weigh them down and they forget that they can take themselves lightly.

The little boy was coming home from school. He was skipping merrily along, singing to himself and swinging his bag of books at arm's length, while he kept time with his nimble little feet to a song he had been learning in his class that day.

Two of the many great things about skipping: 1) It's free. 2) It frees you.

Skipping is the walk of joy.

Sometimes I do a little mental skipping, just to shake things up in my mind.

Skipping arm in arm is double the joy!

Jump for joy, Come skip with me. Don't be coy, Let's merry be!

The pursuit of happiness: skipping is one of your best chances of catching it.

Skipping is inner joy meets outer joy.

Restore your sanity — go skipping like crazy!

When you take flight by skipping, your baggage gets left behind — there's no room to carry on worries.

Angels skip, fairies skip, children skip — why can't you and I skip?!

There is hardly an American male of my generation who has not at one time or another tried to master the victory cry of the great ape as it issued from the androgynous chest of Johnny Weissmuller, to the accompaniment of thousands of arms and legs snapping during attempts to swing from tree to tree in the backyards of the Republic.

I could dance with you till the cows come home. Better still, I'll dance with the cows and you come home." Groucho Marx was never one to pass up an opportunity for a play on words and this occurs in his dialogue of the 1933 film Duck Soup: