Best 67 quotes in «bad boy quotes» category

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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 ]

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.

Beauty like hers had no place in his life.

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.

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

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.

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.

Did you get a secret thrill out of sitting across from me, eating a civilized dinner while pretending not to know you were teasing my cock?" Rate St. Sebastian

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.

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!

Her thoughts were in turmoil. He was telling her to be careful? But it was too late. She had just met her dear-departed mother’s worst nightmare—an unsuitable man.

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.

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

How old are you?” “Old enough to know better, but still young enough to do it again.

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’ll see you tomorrow night.” Be ready," he said. “I’ll have something special planned.” "I thought you didn’t make plans.” "You’re an exception to my rules, Monica Campbell.

Indeed the very worst kind of man for a women to be in an intimate relationship with, often a truly dangerous man, is the one considered most sexy and desirable in the popular culture.

I should spread you across my lap and teach you what happens when you make Yuri jealous.

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.

It wasn’t the time and place. He oughtn’t to rush his fences. But she’d waved her arms, and that made her womanly parts jiggle and he could only keep one idea in his head at a time, and in any case, oughts never went down smoothly with him. He was who he was, and that wasn’t a good boy. And so down he went, and crushed her sulky little mouth under his.

I warned you the next time you spread your legs for me, I wouldn't be a gentleman. Did you expect a gentleman, Chelsea?" Rate St. Sebastian

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.

Lucifer was engraving Nate’s name on a cage right now.

One day I’ll get a tattoo for you.” Warmth explodes in my chest, in awe that he would mark himself for me. “You don’t have to.” “I will.” His fingers trace my cheek and chills of pleasure run down my spine. “It’s what I do. Each tattoo represents the only happy memories I’ve had. And you, Rachel, you’re the happiest.

Perpetrators of abuse often make their victims believe that they are somehow responsible for their own abuse. Such misplaced notions shift the blame of the abuse from the abuser to the abusee.

She wouldn’t want to be caught on his bad side—assuming he had a good side—yet the naughty bad boy vibes were like an undercurrent pulling her in. Don’t-mess-with-me meets I-dare-you-to-resist.

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

The man gave her an eyegasm every time she glanced at him.

There is a differenece between a bad boy and a boy that's bad for you.

The woman desires the bad boy that is only good for her. The man desires the good girl that is only naughty for him.

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.