Quotessence
Home / Topics / Boy Quotes

Boy Quotes

Browse 135 quotes about Boy.

Boy Quotes

“He is broken in three ways, sometimes four. I count them. -He believes himself to be human, but is not actually. At least not anymore. This is similar to the way he believes himself to be alive. -He has a grim affinity for drugs. This comes with no caveat and no parentheses. This is just a fact of life. -He is doggedly unhappy and once decided to kill himself. Sadly, he has not really stopped. -On certain occasions when these first three things have ceased to be bad enough, he loves me. The other sins are commonplace, forgivable under a big enough umbrella. This fourth is irrevocable. Unconscionable. In a word, it is utterly damning.”

LovePainSinBrokenBoy
Author:Brenna Yovanoff
Create image

“Alone, she'd been scared, but that was already humming as excitement. There was something else, too. The calmness of the boy. She'd never known anybody to speak or move so steady. So sure and easy. Just being near him, and not even that close, had eased her tightness. For the first time since Ma and Jodie left, she breathed without pain; felt something other than the hurt. She needed this boat and that boy.”

PainEaseBoy
Book:Where the Crawdads Sing
Create image

“But she remembered this as a joke, fondly. Woe is the natural end of life, yet we go on having babies. No, said Nanny, an echo in Melena's mind (and editorializing as usual): No, no, you pretty little pampered hussy. We don't go on having babies, that's quite apparent. We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out. Once we really get the full measure of it we're slow learners, we women-we dry up in disgust and sensibly halt production. But men don't dry up, Melena objected; they can father to the death. Ah, we're slow learners, Nanny countered. But they can't learn at all.”

MenLifeGirlBabyWomanBabiesBoy
Author:Gregory Maquire
Create image

“What does a freelance researcher do?” “Researches things.” He winks at me and helps lift my bike onto a cobblestone walkway. “It’s not an interesting or particularly sexy job. Nobody wants to date a perpetual studier, but I bet there’s an army of guys crawling over each other to get to you.” More like crawling away. “You’re ridiculous. Who’d ever want to date me?” “Someone like you? There’d be a line at your door as soon as work got out.” “Oh, would you be in the line?” Sarcasm. Not a real question. I don’t care if he responds—heat burns my toes, ears, and everything in-between—well, maybe I care a little. Jack pauses and gazes into me. “Yeah … I’m in the line … and I’m better than all the other guys so you should really pick me. I’m funny. I’m strong, like, I could sweep you off your feet and run without breaking a sweat. I can also blow milk through my nose, but only if I’m drunk and the milk is warm.”

MenLoveHumorFunnyStrongRelationshipsCoupleSexyComplimentBoySexy Boys
Book:The Vestige
Create image

“In every little boy child is hidden a great man; in every little girl child is hidden as great woman. God hides great things in little things and it takes the Holy Spirit of God get them unveil!”

PeopleMenGodGirlJesusWomenChristLeadershipBabyJesus ChristFood For ThoughtIsraelmore AyivorManWomanHoly SpiritGreatLeadersChildInfantGreat PeopleLittleBoyMyles MunroeKidFuture LeadersLittle GirlGreat WomanInfantsLittle BoyGreat ManUnveil
Book:Leaders' Watchwords
Create image

“No, you become a man when you first decide to put away the things of childhood, the talk of childhood, and the thoughts of childhood. You decide because you cannot be treated as both a man and a boy. Because you are either one or the other, but you are not both . . .”

FatherLife QuotesGrowing UpSonQuoteManBook QuotesBoyThe Legacy LettersLegacy QuotesBecoming A ManQuotes By Carew Papritz
Book:The Legacy Letters: his Wife, his Children, his Final Gift
Create image

“He imagined all the boys he wanted to know lying sleepless in their cramped and cluttered rooms, the curling posters and chipped trophies, the endless cords to defunct video game consoles, all of it once the feeble altar of teenage triumphs, now the detritus of adolescence. He wavered through the blocks, searching each window for a face and, finding none, lent his face to the overcast sky, a bowl so emptied it was hard to imagine it held anything at all, let alone entire flocks of geese.”

GayLonelyBoyLooking For Love
Book:The Emperor of Gladness
Create image

“Jim watched them eat, his eyes fixed on every morsel that entered their mouth. When the oldest of the four soldiers had finished he scraped some burnt rice and fish scales from the side of the cooking pot. A first-class private of some forty years, with slow, careful hands, he beckoned Jim forward and handed him his mess tin. As they smoked their cigarettes the Japanese smiled to themselves, watching Jim devour the shreds of fatty rice. It was his first hot food since he had left he hospital, and the heat and greasy flavour stung his gums. Tears swam in his eyes. The Japanese soldier who had taken pity on Jim, recognising that this small boy was starving, began to laugh good-naturedly, and pulled the rubber plug from his metal water-bottle. Jim drank the clear, chlorine-flavoured liquid, so unlike the stagnant water in the taps of the Columbia Road. He choked, carefully swallowed his vomit, and tittered into his hands, grinning at the Japanese. Soon they were all laughing together, sitting back in the deep grass beside the drained swimming-pool.”

WaterFoodStarvingJapaneseBoy
Book:Empire of the Sun
Create image

“He shook his head, just looking at me. - "What?" I asked. - "Nothing" he said. - "Why are you looking at me like that?" Augustus half smiled. "Because you`re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence." A brief awkward silence ensued. Augustus plowed through: "I mean, particularly given that, as you so deliciously pointed out, all of this will end in oblivion and everything." I kind of scoffed or sighed or exhaled in a way that was vaguely coughy and then said, "I`m not beau-" - "You are like a millennial Natalie Portman. Like V for Vendetta Natalie Portman." - "Never seen it." - "Really?" he asked. "Pixie-haired gorgeous girl dislikes authority and can`t help but fall for a boy she knows is trouble. It`s your autobiography, so far as I can tell." His every syllable flirted. Honestly, he kind of turned me on. I didn`t even know that guys could turn me on - not, like, in real life.”

LoveLifeRealBeautifulGirlSilenceLoversSmileReal LifeAwkwardLoverGorgeousSmilingJohn GreenBoyAugustusVendettaFlirtThe Fault In Our StarsHazelLooking At MeTurn Me OnNatalie Portman
Author:John Green The Fault in Our Stars
Create image

“...as we are endowed. ...with rhetorics. ...none will deny. ...of innocence. ...towards scribbling. ...of love lines. ...and of lust. ...to what seems like male. ...to what seems like female. ...in those days. ...I mean nothing. ...but in high school. ....even me. ...I can't deny.”

ChildrenTruthKidsYoungPoetryGirlLinesStupidYouthPoemHigh SchoolFemaleLustTeenagerCowardChildTeensLovingInfantInfatuationLetterHeartsInfancyMichael Bassey JohnsonMaleSmallLove LetterBoyJuvenileLove LettersDelinquencyYouthfulCarnalValidYoung And StupidCallowThose Days
Author:Michael Bassey Johnson
Create image

“18. Your life is before you. Be careful of the choices you make now that you could regret later. This regret is the subject of an old poem whose author has been forgotten. I hope you’ll never have reason to apply it to yourself. Across the fields of yesterday, He sometimes comes to me A little lad just back from play— The boy I used to be. He looks at me so wistfully When once he’s crept within; It is as if he hoped to see The man I might have been.”

LifeLooksSometimesReasonPlayMightUsedChoicesHopeFieldsRegretPoemForgottenCarefulYesterdayManAuthorYouYourselfOldNowNeverSeeTheLadMeToItIALittleMakeBeIsOfThatBoyWithinJustHaveYourWhenHeBackThisFromSoBeforeIfAsSubjectLaterAnAtOnceApplyBeenHasComesCouldAcrossYou LlHopedHe SWhoseCreptWistfully
Book:Life on the Edge: The Next Generation's Guide to a Meaningful Future
Create image

“Something weird moved through me, a feeling of familiarity, and as I stood in front of my locker, I found myself thinking of the one bright thing in a past full of shadows and darkness. I thought about the boy who made my chest hurt, the one who’d promised forever. It had been four years since I’d seen him or even heard him speak. Four years of trying to erase everything that had to do with that portion of my childhood, but I remembered him. I wondered about him. How could I not? I always would. He had been the sole reason I survived the house we’d grown up in.”

RememberForeverChildhoodMemoryThinkBoyMallory
Book:The Problem with Forever
Create image