Boys - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
They were the sweetest of boys, firm friends from so young, each creating more sparks of joy in the other.
Earnest said that boys are born as sweet as girls, as nurturing and kind of instinct, yet many in society prepare boys with Money-Nexus philosophy and girls withLove-Nexus philosophy. They try to enhance the empathy, the creative perspective ability, the logical skills regarding social peacemaking in girls... in boys... they damage them with survival of the fittest mantras that fail to fully develop the more highly evolved prefrontal cortex.
Those boys made an art of playing, and in that they brought so much joy to the neighbourhood.
The boys are perfect fiery sparks, playing under a sky with the glow of a hearth. They are the joy that dances and the light of their mother's soul, these sons that shine so brightly day and night. It is their laughter that radiates outward, the same as ripples from a bouncing stone, and their sweetness is as much the warmth of the evening as the rosy-gold rays.
Every day that summer the boys played as if every drop of daylight were sacred, as if the next day the sun might stay in its heavenly bed. Of course the brilliant white rays came to rouse them from their slumber more early than they wished the next day and after a hasty breakfast they were tearing around the neighbourhood with laughter louder than the birdsong.
The boys were all instant smiles. Their energy spilled out just as much as the drinks in their cups and every other noise was their laughter. It was as if fun was printed in their DNA and all it took was a little sunshine and a dash of sugar to bring that out.
Nana would shake her head and say "Boys!" as if it were a bad thing, but always there was a twitch of a smile. It was as if their exuberance gave her new life also, as if it settled on her gnarled skin and reminded her of what it was like to be young.