Baccio Moped Quotes

Why are you wailing away? What is the matter with you?"
"I was playing and - " and her lip quivered as she spoke, " - and it was cloudy, and then - " a sniff, " - and then, as I was playing, the sun came out."
I gave her a flat look. "You're crying because the sun came out?"
"Yes," she moped, wiping the tears from her eyes, "the sun came out, and now - " she heaved, " - and now, it's hot! I don't like it when it's hot. Being hot is dumb!"
I immediately absolved her of all previous sins. I slumped over the sill and gave her as much sympathy as my now warm face allowed. "Yes, child, being hot is very dumb indeed. Very well, you have a reason for crying. But then why are you outside?"
"Because it was too hot inside and mommy won't let me have ice cream."
"Well, there is your problem. You must get an air conditioner and a new mother. ~ Michelle Franklin

I once went to one of those parties where everyone throws their car keys into the middle of the room. I don't know who got my moped, but I drove that Peugeot for years. ~ Victoria Wood

Fine," he moped. "I hope you're very happy together. Cute little hobbit couple with lots of roly-poly hobbit babies." Georgie turned back to him, but didn't stop walking away. "I'm not hobbity. ~ Rainbow Rowell

I don't think my moped could outrun a cheetah."
"Hun," Claire says. "There are more important things you need to outrun, and a moped isn't going to help you with any of those. ~ Jonathan Messinger

I could probably live in Bali the rest of my life and completely live in the sticks and have a f - king moped and make a record every couple of years and not step in public and break even like I do anyway. That's really tempting. ~ Ben Folds

[T]hese last few days where I've moped around damn near depressed for real, because of people who do not exist. Not really. I can buy them Christmas presents, but there is no way to send them. Sometimes I feel like I should be able to walk into the next room and there they will be, but they won't. These people do not exisit as flesh and blood, but there are different kinds of reality, and there are days when imagination feels very, very real. ~ Laurell K. Hamilton

She overslept, was rude to her barista at Starbucks, and had an inexplicable craving for Baskin Robbins. She moped. She pouted. And even though she'd hexed a man to fawn over her, repeatedly going, "Hey, you look familiar, can I buy you a drink?" with no recollection of the ten previous times he'd done it, she found no pleasure in the hijinks. She was in a funk. It bothered her. ~ Daniel Younger

When I moped for too long, letting the poor-me blues clamp around my ankles and drag me down to very bad places, he would fight to get me back, ~ Piper Kerman

Pixar has announced Larry the Cable Guy will be starring in Cars 3 thru 6. Howie Mandel will be playing his sidekick, Mopey the Moped. ~ Andy Kindler

I've read every letter that you've sent me these past two years. In return, I've sent you many form letters, with the hope of one day being able to give you the proper response you deserve. But the more letters you wrote to me, and the more of yourself you gave, the more daunting my task became.
I'm sitting beneath a pear tree as I dictate this to you, overlooking the orchards of a friend's estate. I've spent the past few days here, recovering from some medical treatment that has left me physically and emotionally depleted. As I moped about this morning, feeling sorry for myself, it occurred to me, like a simple solution to an impossible problem: today is the day I've been waiting for.
You asked me in your first letter if you could be my protege. I don't know about that, but I would be happy to have you join me in Cambridge for a few days. I could introduce you to my colleagues, treat you to the best curry outside India, and show you just how boring the life of an astrophysicist can be.
You can have a bright future in the sciences, Oskar.
I would be happy to do anything possible to facilitate such a path. It's wonderful to think what would happen if you put your imagination toward scientific ends.
But Oskar, intelligent people write to me all the time. In your fifth letter you asked, "What if I never stop inventing?" That question has stuck with me.
I wish I were a poet. I've never confessed that to anyone, and I'm confessing it to you, bec ~ Jonathan Safran Foer

He's a dumb ass," Emilio said to me. "I'm almost finished."
The second he was out of earshot, Marcus sauntered back up to the bench with stiff, rehearsed swag. Definitely a mirror practicer, that one.
"Why you messin' with Emilio? What's up with you and me?" He wiped his hand on his black tank top and held it out, presumably for me to take, at which point we'd presumably climb aboard his moped and ride off into the sunset. Before I could shatter his dreams, Samuel smacked his hand away.
"Keep it movin'," Samuel said. He nudged him back toward the bikes, but the guy was unfazed.
"She likes me."
"She thinks you stupid," Samuel said. "And she right." Marcus cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips, more dazzling mirror work, and leaned in for another proposition. "When you're ready to graduate from a boy to a man, you call me."
"How about I call when you're ready to graduate from a boy to a man?"
The other guys howled, and just when I decided this game might be kind of fun, Emilio was at the bench, tugging a shirt over his head. "Vamos, princesa. ~ Sarah Ockler