Quotes About Mischievous

But of course, there's no rest for the wicked, which I certainly am; as I said, no rest for the wicked.

One day, my brother had his friend over, and they were in the laundry room, and I stuck my puppet's head around the door and then started chasing them with it and made my puppet laugh very scary. It was really funny.

I was a straight-A student. But I was a bad lad.

I would score well, though I was not studious. I was a naughty kid, but not many know that fact.

What Cinder is like to look at: The paws express Cinder the mischievous kitten, playing innocently, and the eyes and mouth reveal the lovable kittycat, the one who wants to sit in your lap, and the whole leopard reveals something else. The affectionate kitten is real, the mischievous kitten is real—and so is the leopard.

How do I stay so healthy and boyishly handsome? It's simple. I drink the blood of young runaways.

Keith Moon, God rest his soul, once drove his car through the glass doors of a hotel, driving all the way up to the reception desk, got out and asked for the key to his room.

I'm still that little girl who lisped and sat in the back of the car and threw vegetables at the back of her head when we drove home from the market. That never goes.

I do, I really do." Lucius's heart cheered the man's mischievous ironies and buoyant spirit, the poignance and dogged love of life that was so moving in people who owned nothing, and also that in-the-bone endurance that in its way was a shaming of the whites and a profound rebuke.

He is much stronger than I think I am. He is mischievous, outgoing, ready to soar through the clouds, while I often feel like the cloud itself.

For a while, when I was eleven or so, I used to drop the empty cardboard toilet rolls into the john. They would take a while to disappear, five or six flushes usually, but I was in no hurry.

up to no good—and pleased about it.

I'm not evil enough to love money, but I am naughty enough to fuck around with it, spank it, pull its hair a little bit.

When I volunteered for the draft as a 20-year-old, mischievous guy at the height of the Vietnam War, most thought I was destined to pass from this earth early!

If you tell anyone about this, you little imp…you'll pay.

Daisy Bowman, Lillian's young sister, had an out-sized personality that belied her small, slight frame. Idealistic and possessed of a decidedly whimsical bent, she devoured romantic novels populated with rogues and villains. However, Daisy's elfin facade concealed a shrewd intelligence that most people tended to overlook. She was fair-skinned and dark-haired, with eyes the color of spiced gingerbread... mischievous eyes with long, spiky lashes.

Cassandra grinned up at him, well aware that she was perspiring and bedraggled, with soot marks on her yellow dress. "You probably thought Pandora was the cause of all our misadventures. But as you see, I'm capable of getting into trouble all on my own." "Pandora would be proud," Devon said dryly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Smile… it makes people wonder what you're up to.

Age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

Investigate the faeries. Great. That was absolutely guaranteed to get complicated before I got any useful answers. If there was one thing faeries hated doing, it was giving you a straight answer, about anything. Getting plain speech out out of one is like pulling out teeth. Your own teeth. Through your nose.

Ohhhh," Molly said wisely. "Those are fun-time handcuffs, not bad-time handcuffs. I gotcha.

gave me a smile so wicked that its parents should have sent it to military school.

cat that got into the cream pot

I like being bad. It makes me happy.