Quotes About Mischievous

Martin smiled, the slow curve of his mouth revealing a dimple in his left cheek. Violet frowned, as she did every time she saw that dimple. It didn't belong on his face. It was as simple as that. Dimples were impish and mischievous. They spoke of laughter and pleasure, not three piece suits and pipes and slippers and cardigans with elbow patches.

All of us were mischievous at some time or another, I more so than any of the rest. [My brother] Philbert and I kept a battle going. ... Even in our fighting, there was a feeling of brotherly union.

The last time I saw you I was trying to throw thumbtacks into your cradle!

What a curious kind of fool a girl is. Never been licked in school. What's a licking?

At noon I observed a bevy of nude young native women bathing in the sea, and I went and sat down on there clothes to keep them from being stolen.

Say—what is dead cats good for, Huck? Good for? Cure warts with.

Well, I know. It's jam—that's what it is. Forty times I've said if you didn't let that jam alone I'd skin you. Hand me that switch.

It was the sort of time that all the Offal Court boys had, therefore he supposed it was the correct and comfortable thing.

I hid my underwear beneath a parked Peugeot.

I've told you that I'm a tricksy wight, and I am, my sweet. But there are those in the Seelie Court who would make me seem a very perfect knight.

You are a mischievous one. You will cause no end of trouble. You have to travel many roads before you find the river of your destiny. This life of yours will be full of riddles. You will be protected and you will never be alone.

People who know me know that there's a light-hearted side, humour... But you could easily say I am cheeky.

His eyes are mischievous, his lashes are long. I can see what he looked like as a boy.

They think giving us sugar is like sprinkling water on the Gremlins.

I was a full-blown tomboy; I was very mischievous and got into a lot of trouble. Everybody in my family smoked, and I started smoking probably when I was nine. My friends used to call me Huckleberry Tig.

I had a ton of energy, ran around like crazy - more than a handful for my dad. I was crazy. Dad barely handled it. I was never diagnosed ADHD or anything like that, but I'm pretty sure I had it when I was younger. It's the only thing that would explain me getting into trouble all the time.

My brother and I tortured my mother growing up.

aquella especie de sonrisa traviesa que, en su caso, últimamente se había vuelto casi constante y estereotipada. No es que se defendiera

This one swears like a trooper-- he's a bad boy.

He grinned, a naughty grin that probably weakened her granddaughter's knees.

And you have lost none of your wickedness either.

didn't fit through the hole. He waked up from his nap. Then he started to cry very loud. I heard loud feet running in the hall. "JUNIE B. JONES! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" yelled an angry voice. It was Mother.

I guess I love mischief as much as Amelia Bedelia. I simply enjoy laughing at life.

The impulse to cruelty is, in many people, almost as violent as the impulse to sexual love - almost as violent and much more mischievous.