Quotes About Impulsiveness

Catlike. Certainly that was the word which best described Clare Kendry, if any single word could describe her. Sometimes she was hard and apparently without feeling at all; sometimes she was affectionate and rashly impulsive. And there was about her an amazing soft malice, hidden well away until provoked. Then she was capable of scratching, and very effectively too.

I drive an old Camaro that I got when I was 16. And I've been known to do stupid things with my time, like Friendster.

He was full of sly caution and clumsy recklessness. He

People had called Isabelle impetuous for as long as she could remember. And then rash and, most lately, reckless. In the past year, she had grown up enough to see the truth of it. From earliest memory, she had acted first and thought about consequences later. Perhaps it was because she'd felt alone for so long. No one had ever been her sounding board, her best friend. She hadn't had someone with whom to strategize or work through her problems.

Now, you just forget about Jaimy, 'cause he's sure forgot about you, the snob. Now let's me and you go and get married and have a fine toss in the hay and then we'll talk about other things." Davy looks out across the crowd. "Let's us lovers find a preacher." He points at a tall man in black coat. "Sir! You there! Are you a preacher? Well, who cares, you'll do, now just say the words, now...

This is probably a bad idea," Jace said. "Like, a record-breakingly bad idea. Like a go-down-in-history bad idea. But—" Clary bounced to her feet. "What he means is, we're in," she said. "We love bad ideas." "That's true," Jace admitted, a smile breaking over his face. Suddenly he looked seventeen again.

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

Hell," he said. "Just when it was getting interesting, too." And he leaped into the water after his friend.

I just blurted it out. I wasn't really thinking. I do that all the time. Talk first, think later. It's my curse. I'm really sorry.

A) Should I Daytrade? Only if you are also willing to take all of your money, rip it into tiny pieces, make cupcakes with one piece of money inside each cupcake and then eat all of the cupcakes. Then you will get sick, and eat all of your money, but it will taste thrilling along the way. Which is what day-trading is.

I think it's always interesting to learn what the seemingly spontaneous one-nighter actually reveals about a character.

Both my mother's younger sisters, Padmini and Tejaswini, are actresses. I am extremely close to Teju mausi, as I am quite similar to her. We both are adventurous, spontaneous, childish, impulsive, and a bit silly and have our own strange sense of humour.

I'm impulsive, spontaneous; I have a joy in my life today that doesn't quit.

I think I live life really spontaneously. That drives people crazy.

Men often marry in hasty recklessness and repent afterward all their lives.

The young are heated by Nature as drunken men by wine.

It is a great pity but tis certain from every day's observation of man, that he may be set on fire like a candle, at either end provided there is a sufficient wick standing out.

Why do the impulsive notions of a would-be do-gooder always translate into the ideals of the next civilization?

He is precisely the young man to fall headlong in love and repent it for the rest of his life.

I went to school with this fellow, Lawrence Boythorn," said Mr. Jarndyce, tapping the letter as he laid it on the table, "more than five and forty years ago. He was then the most impetuous boy in the world, and he is now the most impetuous man. He was then the loudest boy in the world, and he is now the loudest man. He was then the heartiest and sturdiest boy in the world, and he is now the heartiest and sturdiest man. He is a tremendous fellow.

Recklessness is a species of crime...

I got him pegged as a classic DSM-IV antisocial personality disorder, but it's really hard to define him neatly," she finally said, moving to sit on the floor. "What's that give us?" Jade asked. "Lacking empathy, social responsibility, conventional morality. Displaying impulsiveness, abusiveness, sensation-seeking, and sometimes showing charm and seductiveness.

She was walking through the streets at midnight because she had a man to meet, she was carrying a gun because she was going to kill him, and she was wearing high heels because she hadn't thought it through.

Alas, what short-sighted improvident creatures we are, all of us; and how often does the evening cup of joy lead to sorrow in the morning!