Best 67 quotes in «bad boy quotes» category

Trust-fund baby. Jet setter. Poshly accented mechanic. She hadn’t quite figured him out.

Well?” he asked, smiling devilishly. “I promise, I won’t hurt you, Nikki. In fact, I imagine you’ll enjoy my company, tremendously.” I let out a ragged sigh and nodded. He stared at my mouth. “I’d like to hear you say it.” I cleared my throat. “Come in, Ethan.

Why don't you wear those tiny shorts when you run, like they do in the movies?" His voice was low and sexy, and he knew it. "Because I'm not in a movie. I know it's confusing, since you obviously live 'The Saxon Show' day and night, but some of us want to live a boring, old, normal high school life, you know?

What a dreadful thought," Gansey observed suddenly. "Ronan among this crowd." For a fleeting moment, Adam could imagine it: the brocade curtains in decaying flames, the decorated consorts screaming from beneath the harpsichord, Ronan standing among it all saying Fuck Washington.

Advertising has always been the Peck's Bad Boy of American business urging us to buy things we probably don't need and often can't afford.

You astound me, Ava. I’ve never met a girl who would order what you just did in front of a guy.” “You mean lunch?

You can love someone, hell, you can love a lot of someones, but when you find the right person--the one that you're meant to be with--it's like..." "You can breathe for the first time," she finishes for me. "Yes." I cant help but smile.I needed to find that to understand." And you have," She says softly."Lucy." "Lucy," I agree.

You didn’t care about anything except my tongue tracing the path of your thong. All the way down…" Rafe St. Sebastian

Bad Boys II has knocked everyone's socks off.

Bad Boy Entertainment did not shoot anybody. I didn't shoot anybody.

Bad boyfriends don't disguise themselves; their girlfriends do it for them.

I am a bit of a bad boy. I have tattoos and I mess around. That's part of my image, so it's cool.

For some unknown reason, bad-boys draw you in despite the fact that they are jerks.

HB-Shizzle's gonna be honest with ya, okay. To hit these bad boys, you have to have pinpoint accuracy.

I guess I was a bad boy... Yes, yes, I've had lots of women in my life.

I am neither a Bengali nor am I from Delhi's St Stephen's. I am an Allahabad boy.

I heard someone's playing hooky,' Zach told me. He smiled. Standing there, it felt almost like nothing bad had ever happened- or would ever happen again 'There's a boy in my life,' I told him. 'He's a very bad influence.' Then Zach nodded. 'Bad boys have a way of doing that. But they're worth it.

I heard that women are attracted to bad boys, so every once in a while, I throw a recyclable into the regular garbage.

I like the term 'misunderstood.' But I am a bit of a bad boy.

I keep the bad-boy image just to make my fans happy.

It's hard to resist a bad boy who's a good man.

Hey ma, your bad boy did good!

Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.

Maybe with "Californication" the character was partly based on Rick Moody. I read him and Jay McInerney, the templates for this bad boy novelist.

The bad-boy label is just an assumption.

My son, George, has been a bad, bad boy! Right, George?

Narcissus turned and scowled at Leo. “Who are you?” “I’m the Super-sized McShizzle, man!” Leo said. “I’m Leo Valdez, bad boy supreme. And the ladies love a bad boy.

Adrian was complicated and completely emotionally detached, but there was something about him, a sort of quality that could not be defined. He was sweet without even realising it. That was why his ex-girlfriends were always so outraged when they found out he was a cheater.

Women are my biggest defenders. It's that bad-boy syndrome. Now girls chase me.

What’d I tell you about musicians? That bad boy type will only break your heart.

Women like bad boys…Being a good boy never worked for me.

You can't be a bad boy without somebody scolding you.

All these boys were lethal. It really wasn't fair.

Beauty like hers had no place in his life.

A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [ introduction of character Montparnasse ]

Can you believe how ridiculous they are? The girls here are shameless," America said. Finch shook his head in awe. "It's Travis. I think it's the bad-boy thing. They either want to save him, or think they're immune to his wicked ways. I'm not sure which.

But to have captivated such a man as Damerel into actually *wishing* to offer for you is a triumph indeed! For he must have mean tot reform his way of life, you know! There was never anything like it, and I don't scruple to own to you, my love that if it had been one of my daughters I should be as proud as a peacock.

Don't waste a thought on any of the eligible suitors you've found for me, dear ma'am! There is more of mama in me than you have the least idea of, and the only eligible husband for me is a rake!

Do you know who I am?” she asks. “I do, Anastasia." “Where are you taking me?” she finally asks, an uneasy edge to her voice. “Somewhere safe." “Am I safe with you?” The question sends a shiver through my body of desire mixed with intrigue. The way she puts her questions is strange. She seems to be angling for something that I can’t put my finger on. “We’ll see.

El chico malo será siempre malo, el mujeriego y frío chico no está esperando a una dulce dama que le brinde calor a su corazón; el bad boy será siempre igual. El amor nos cambia, pero nos cambia cuando queremos ser cambiados

Her restlessness disappeared and in its place stood the best diversion possible—a smoking-hot bad boy.

He was tall, dark and handsome, the complete trifecta. His unique grey eyes and his tousled dark brown hair, made him look like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel.

Hey. Do you want a cracker?" a velvet voice asked me. I didn't look up, I wasn't sure if he was even talking to me. Why would an attractive senior be talking to me? "Hey, I'm talking to you," he said, a chuckle in his voice. I slowly lifted my head peering at him from under my long lashes. His dark brown hair swept across his forehead, and his deep blue eyes made me gasp. He wore the ultimate laid back style, a white t-shirt and jeans. All he needed was a black leather jacket, and he would be the bad boy from my book. The smile on his face was breathtaking and I found myself unable to speak.

I don’t want to go home yet.” He twisted at the waist and patted the seat behind him. “Take a walk on the wild side with me.

I must have appeared like a real bad boy in Christy's eyes. Well, at least a bad boy by home and away standards.

It’s true, I couldn’t see how you’d fit. But then I found out my life doesn’t fit me anymore. Not without you.

I want you to give me a chance.” “A chance at what?” Shifting so that he could press his forehead to hers, he said one word. “You.” Her breath caught. “Sean,” she breathed. “Because you’ve got me,” he said. “All of me.

LOGAN: I’ve come to learn that people are going to hate you and like you, no matter what. I’d rather be around people I want to be around.

LOGAN: I think you spend too much time believing what other people see, rather than what you think.

Before she could ponder what on earth he meant or come up with a proper response, he took their charade a step further. He kissed her.