Inappropriate Quotes

“No one does anything inappropriate, given their model of the world.”
― Neale Donald Walsch

“The smell of new office supplies is so satisfying while being kicked out of Staples for inappropriate behavior with a file folder is so embarrassing.”
― Ryan Lilly, Write like no one is reading

“How do YOU want to greet him?!”

“By licking his neck?”
― Chloe Seager, Dating Disasters of Emma Nash

“The things that make me different, are the things that make me, ME!!!”
― Walt Disney Company, Disney Winnie the Pooh - Storybook Collection

“This is highly inappropriate,' I muttered.

His answering chuckle stroked my nerves in all the wrong- and right- ways. 'More inappropriate than you masquerading as a wholly different kind of maid at the Red Pearl?'

My jaw snapped shut so quickly and tightly, I was surprised I didn't crack a molar.

'Or more inappropriate than the night of the Rite, when you let me-'

'Shut up,' I hissed.

'I'm not done yet,' he said, his chest pressing against my back. 'What about sneaking off to fight the Craven on the Rise? Or that diary-?'

'I get your point, Hawke. Can you stop talking now?'

'You're the one who started this.'

'Actually, no, I did not.'

'What?' A low laugh left him. 'You said, and I quote, "this is wildly, grossly, irrefutably...'

'Did you just learn what an adverb is today? Because that is not what I said.'

Hawke sighed. 'Sorry.'

He didn't sound sorry about it at all.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“I hate you.' I scrambled to fold myself back up into my blanket cocoon.

'See, that's the problem. You don't hate me.'

I had no response to that.

'You know what I think?'

'No. And I don't want to know.'

He ignored that. 'You like me.'

My brows knitted together as I stared out over the small clearing.

'Enough to be wildly inappropriate with me.' A pause. 'On multiple occasions.'

'Good gods, I'd rather freeze to death at this point.'

'Oh, right. We're pretending none of that happened. I keep forgetting.'

'Just because I don't bring it up every five minutes doesn't mean I'm pretending it didn't happen.'

'But bringing it up every five minutes is so much fun.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“The best jokes are uncalled-for.”
― Julien Torma, 4 Dada Suicides: Selected Texts of Arthur Cravan, Jacques Rigaut, Julien Torma & Jacques Vaché

“Twitter has the sustained ability to not get all touchy when I forget to “favorite” and thus had me at the first entirely inappropriate tweet flung my way.”
― Jennifer Harrison, Write like no one is reading 2

“Review the place where let you to stay at the same spot or will return you to backward if you don't have any problems making sure you are in an inappropriate place.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“I don't want you getting too cold, ' he added, his breath warm against my temple. He was so much taller, even sitting as straight as I was, my head still didn't reach his chin. 'I feel like that's an important part of my duty as your personal Royal Guard.'

'Is that what you're doing right now? Protecting me from the cold by pulling me into your lap?'

'Exactly.' His hand was against my side, the weight like a brand.

I stared at what I thought might be his throat. 'This is incredibly inappropriate.'

'More inappropriate than reading a dirty journal?'

'Yes,' I insisted, heat creeping into my face.

'No.' His deep chuckle rumbled through me. 'I can't even lie. This is inappropriate.'

'Then why?'

'Why?' His chin grazed the top of my head. 'Because I wanted to.'

I blinked once and then twice. 'And what if I didn't want to?'

Another chuckle sent an acute shiver through me. 'Princess, I'm confident that if you didn't want me to do something, I'd be lying flat on my back with a dagger at my throat before I even took my next breath. Even if you can't see an inch in front of you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“Is this why you led me out here to this place?'

'What is this, Princess?'

'To be... inappropriate.'

'And why would I do that?' he asked, his voice dropping low as his hand touched my arm.

'Why? I think it's pretty obvious, Hawke. I'm sitting in your lap. I doubt that's how you normally hold innocent conversations with people.'

'Very rarely is anything I do innocent, Princess.'

'Shocker,' I muttered.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“So, you're suggesting I led you out here, instead of toward a private room with a bed' - he dragged the tips of his fingers down my right arm- 'to engage in a particular type of inappropriate behaviour?'

'That's exactly what I'm saying, though my room would've been a better option.' My heart had already started pounding the moment my rear ended up in his lap. Now, it felt as if it were going to explode out of my chest.

'What if I said that isn't true?'

'I...' My stomach fluttered as his fingers found their way to my hip. 'I wouldn't believe you.'

'Then what if I said it didn't start off that way?' His thumb moved against my hip. But then there was the moonlight and you, with your hair down, in this dress, and then the idea occurred to me that this would be the perfect location for some wildly inappropriate behaviour.'

'Then I... I would say that's more likely.'

HIs hand glided over the thin, gauzy material of the gown. 'So, there you have it.'

'At least, you're honest.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“One of my friends lost her virginity when she was twelve to her older brother’s nineteen-year-old friend. She said he crept into her bedroom in the middle of the night and took her virginity. At the time I thought that sounded so cool, but now I can see clearly that she was raped. There was such a fine line between cool and raped in those days. We had no idea that certain behavior was inappropriate because it was all normal to us.”
― Laura Chinn, Acne

“She'd known lovers to hide away in Belle Vie's most private corners - stealing kisses, and much more, the cottages or the storage shed and, yes, even the quarters - which she'd always thought a strange and twisted choice, but perhaps no stranger than choosing to marry, to seal a hope, on the grounds of a plantation.”
― Attica Locke, The Cutting Season