Quotes About Mischievous

I was a rotten kid. My excitement came from seeing what I could get away with.

I was just a kid, but I was a rotten kid.

I was an annoying schoolboy, always getting into scraps.

I am not particularly well-behaved.

You can have a lot of fun playing a bad girl.

Being a bad guy is fun for me.

Women behaving badly has always been funny, to me personally, so I knew I wanted to do something like that.

She is deranged, but so so playful.

It is observed, that the red haired of both sexes are more libidinous and mischievous than the rest, whom yet they much exceed in strength and activity.

I was quite naughty at school. I was always in the back of the class messing about with the Bunsen burner rather than paying attention.

You bookish little pervert.

To succeed with the opposite sex, tell her you're impotent. She can't wait to disprove it.

I would literally climb out of the cradle while my parents slept, go and crawl off. I did this a couple of times apparently. I'd cross the road and into someone's house, wake them up banging pots and pans in the kitchen.

My name is Brian and I am a troll. An internet troll.

I was a shy kid but also very mischievous. Because I looked super innocent, no one could really call me out on my pranks.

She wiped off the wall with her napkin and told Fudge he was very, very naughty. "Not me," Fudge said. "Not me!

The agitation of the slavery question is mischievous and wicked, and proceeds from no patriotic motive by its authors," Polk wrote in late December 1848.

That the analogy contains a grain of truth does not make it the less mischievous.

they were the same smart-aleck, know-it-all, best-hackers-in-the-Sleep, teenage troublemakers they'd always been.

and he was as ready for mischief as a wilderness of monkeys.

For instance, he would often gate-crash university parties, get badly drunk and start making fun of any astrophysicists he could find till he got thrown out.

Jennie is very like a human child in challenging and testing her elders. I feel that R. wants to love Jennie, and wants Jennie to love her. She does not, I fear, have the right touch with Jennie. She is too cross and nervous, and she is overly attached to material objects. Jennie is very sensitive and has a mischievous streak in her. The combination is not good.

With a sigh the young mother returned to the hearthrug and, by way of carrying out her principles of stern neglect, butted her son three times in the stomach so that he caught hold of her hair and pulled it with gleeful yells. Then they rolled over and over in a grand rough-and-tumble until the door opened

That child, said Sophia, is a bit of a problem.