Best 81 quotes in «bad boys quotes» category

Women are attracted to bad boys not because they want to fall in love… we just want to ride on the backs of their motor bikes.

Wooing you? I haven't 'wooed' a chick since before my first record deal.

You. Aren’t you one of those Morgan boys? You must be the bad one.

You were the most beautiful thing that I’d ever seen. I couldn’t decide whether to pluck you out of the sky and cage you, or simply break your wings.

As we examine the youth of today, we must realize that the negative behavior we see on the outside, is a result of a deeper need on the inside.

A hug a day keeps the bad boys away.

And then I met this girl.” He paused, his fingers finding mine in a tight squeeze. “And she made all my dark corners light

You hurt me all the time. You just don’t always leave bruises.

Blake.” Her pleas are so sweet. “Shhh, Anne just feel it. I have you.” Her nipple is so fucking perfect under my mouth. Her body tense, she’s right on the edge. One more push and she’ll explode in my hands. Arching her back more, she lets her legs relax open just a little. An unconscious signal...

(...) before they actually admit to the big 'L' word. Love or lust - what's the big, damn deal? You're going to  fuck either way, right?

Besides....... who wants a boy? The only boys in our books are the little baby ones the man hero puts inside the heroine.

BLAKE: 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.

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.

Darling, you keep up that attitude and you’ll see how bad I can really be.

At forty-one, he was still the quintessential bad boy—charming, at ease in his skin, and great-looking, with deep blue eyes, slicked-back brown hair, and the kind of full, sensuous mouth that bad boys seemed to have an unfair market on.

Every woman on the planet thought she was "the one" who could tame the bad boy, but bad boys didn't change. Smart girls knew that. The reality didn't douse the attraction. Not that she wanted to. She liked to play with fire.

Das Blau in seinem Blick multiplizierte und intensivierte sich, während er sich weiter zu mir vorlehnte. Irrtum, bemerkte ich: Ich zog ihn näher.

Everything is going as planned until I notice that Ashley has barely touched her wine glass or food after ordering the priciest bottle and several of the most expensive dishes on the menu. From "My Worst Valentine's Day.Ever: a Short Story

Girls, watch out for the bad guys!...there are those capable of showering their resources on you just to dance on top of you, and finally destroy your good image and reputation.

Did someone actually have to do bad things to be a bad boy, or was it all about the potential? If it was the potential that counted, then maybe it was the restraint that was so sexy, knowing that he could do something dangerous and powerful but had the restraint not to.

He (Logan) was public enemy number one, and he was okay with that. It felt good to be himself.

He's got more red flags than Soviet Russia.

He wishes he could remember everything. Anything. He doesn’t sense a bone in his body that can feel compassion or worthiness. Self-pity hides away as well, the lowest form of emotion not even capable of resting in his wrecked mind.

Holy bad boy Batman!

I am very much obliged to my uncle, but the thought that he might find another way of rescuing me from my dear rake puts me in the liveliest dread!

He was everything your mother warned you about when she told you not to walk alone in the dark.

How lucky am I that a beautiful girl like you spills a drink on me?” I blushed. Shit! I couldn’t take my eyes off him, he was strikingly handsome.

Ice could sear and burn—sometimes far more intimately than fire—and he had scorched her with a savagery sheathed in only the merest pretense of restraint.

I completely lost control. I was out of my fucking mind with the taste of her, the feel of her, those little moans of pleasure she made. Fuck, that woman completely unmans me. She consumes me to the point where my brain stops functioning entirely….

Hayabusa…it’s one of the fastest production motorcycles in the world. Believe me when I say you’ll never ride on another motorcycle after you feel the power this baby has. It is unlike anything you’ll ever feel between your legs.

I could never settle for anything less than a renegade and a runaway, a descendant of greatness capable of voluntary disinheritance.

I don’t think I’d feel any more violated if he’d stripped me bare. I might as well have lain down before him openly exposing all my flaws and my fears, inviting him to psychoanalyze me.

I don’t want a challenge with a woman.” Adrian was getting bothered by his friend’s persistence. “I want one who’s ready and willing. You see how pristine that chick looked? We’re talking completely uncharted territory. She’s probably never had a tongue in her mouth, much less a cock. I ain’t got time for training.

I always hoped I’d be the one to tame the bad boy. It’s a stupid girly thing, the universal belief in vagina magic where men change after having some.

If I could do all of that on February 14th, it would be a personal best for me. Something to share with my crew for the glory and the laughs, or to cheer up the next buddy of mine to get dumped or cheated on. From "My Worst Valentine's Day.Ever: A Short Story

If you don't feel the same way about him, if you're just leading him on, you need to tell him that. I've seen too many nice guys get shafted because a girl can't get over some jerk.

Il ragazzo è cattivo perché sua mamma è una ubriacona o un rottame. Gli lascia fare quello che vuole. Non gli insegna la differenza tra ciò che è giusto e ciò che è sbagliato. Non è a casa quando torna da scuola. Nessuno dice mai che suo padre è un ubriacone, o che non è a casa quando lui torna da scuola. E nessuno dice che alcuni di questi ragazzi sono solo maledettamente cattivi.

He's a mass of contradictions. Unfortunately, that only seems to enhance his appeal. I’m one sick bitch, that’s for sure.

I'm half good and I'm half bad. My mama is a very good girl and my daddy is a very bad boy. And I guess that leaves me somewhere sort of...here.

I never understood why, but the best of girls like gangsters. This was something that was always odd to me. Here, you have fine working girls who are involved with someone who isn’t working, just sitting on the blocks all day with a big gun in his waist. For some girls, they like that. I don’t know why. Scrooge, former leader of the Rebellion Raiders street gang that once boasted of having some ten thousand members

I think it’s the whole ‘bad boy who’s so good but destined to break your heart’ fantasy. Which doesn’t sound like much of a fantasy when you put the broken heart part in the picture, but it is. It so is.

I like to play dirty. I can also be very, very exacting.” Rate St. Sebastian.

In the absence of deliberate cruelty, the harshness of his face and the fullness of his mouth just looked sullen and a little wicked. An angel frozen into a tableau of marmoreal perfection as he contemplated his imminent fall from grace.

In the evening, the summer haze hovers over the fields like a translucent amber blanket waiting to put the crops to bed, tucking them in sweetly before the chill of the night descends over all. The locusts buzz in the distance and the mosquitoes gather around the porch lights as we play cards and sip lemonade. It's muggy, but a comfortable kind of humid, like natures hug on your sun-kissed skin.

I’m broken. Fucked up. I feel sick. I can’t breathe. It’s like someone’s snaked their fingers around my heart, capturing it in a crushing grip. It’s Emma. This is her doing. Well, it won’t fucking bleed for her. It won’t bleed for anyone. It’s black. I’m dead inside.

I took in a breath. I couldn’t believe that I had, again, run into Ethan Deveraux, the son of a prominent head of S.O.U.L. What were the chances?

It sounded like the usual—seduce and ruin, my area of expertise, also my area of boredom.

I smirk at her and let my eyes graze over her body."I don't know how to be friends with someone I'm attracted to.

LOGAN: You see, Blake, the thing is, I don’t give a sh*t what other people think.

LOGAN: ...Izzy could do whatever the hell she wanted. All she needed to do was not give a sh*t about fitting in.