Rascal Quotes

“There's nothing more contagious than the laughter of young children; it doesn't even have to matter what they're laughing about.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“You are not my sunshine. Sorry. You're more like a gust of arctic wind that bursts in and blows out all the candles when the door cracks open.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“here it was the whole world wrapped inside my arms
And I let it all slip away”
― Rascal Flatts

“You are just a rascal.'

'Do you expect me to fly into a rage at that? I am sorry to disappoint you. You can't make me mad by calling me names that are true. Certainly I'm a rascal, and why not? It's a free country and a man may be a rascal if he chooses. It's only hypocrites like you, my dear lady, just as black at heart but trying to hide it, who become enraged when called by their right names.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“Anybody can get a ten! You have to be a special kind of trouble to get a one, am I right?”
― Suzanne Collins, Sunrise On The Reaping

“Wooof." The reply was soft and there was a sad whimper.

"When he's all sad like that, it's kinda cute," Yuriel voiced.

"Before he skydives at you,”
― Avery Song, SSS: Year Three

“Still afraid of people, are you?"
"Never afraid, Grand-mère, only distrusting. Have you ever had your face on the internet with the headline 'American Royalty Does the Director's Daughter' touting your previous night's adventure?"
Cleo was glad neither of the Tremblays was looking at her. A hot blush covered her face at how cavalier Deacon was about his past escapades, not to mention his choice of words.
Virgie gave a little snort. "No, because I never fooled around. In my day, we remained faithful for the sake of appearances, if not morality."
"Mmm, good advice, but a tad too late for me, Grand-mère," Deacon said.
Cleo's cheeks were blazing hot now. She studied the water in her glass as if it were a fascinating exhibit at an art museum.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, The Vanishing at Castle Moreau

“I know the very man you are looking for," said I.
"Who is he?"
"He's kind of a human firework," said I, "and his name is Aristide Pujol.”
― William John Locke, The Joyous Adventures of Aristide Pujol