Quotes About Nightstand

My night stand is permanently jammed with books I want to read.

Alex hopped onto the four-poster bed. He bounced up and down, grinning as the springs squeaked. What are you doing? I asked. Making noise. He leaned over and rifled through Randolph's nightstand drawer. Let's see. Cough drops. Paper clips. Some wadded-up Kleenex that I am not going to touch. And ... He whistled. Medication for bowel discomfort! Magnus, all this bounty belongs to you! You're a strange person. I prefer the term fabulously weird .

stack of buckwheat pancakes he set on the nightstand. I reach for the plate instead of the baby. "These are my favorite," I say, stuffing a towering bite into my mouth. "So good." He smiles at me. "Try not to drip food

I sleep with a glass of water on the nightstand so I can see by its level if the coastal earth is trembling or if the shaking is still me.

The books on my nightstand are so bizarre, very eclectic - like, every German author, and then I have a couple of books by this ex-boyfriend of mine there. I just want to make sure that he's not too much better than I am!

the nightstand. She will stay in that bed the livelong day. If I was there, she wouldn't care one little bit if I went to school or stayed on the couch watching

At home I have hunting magazines on my nightstand. I'm an avid hunter. I hunt every chance I get.

The bedroom in my apartment is far too small to hold a nightstand. There is, however, this bookshelf. Yes, I stow whatever I'm reading on the lower shelf, but more importantly, it's where I keep a collection of ghost books.

After Laura leaves, I pick up the recorder on the nightstand and play a short melody Howard once taught me. "It's basically just six notes repeated," he told me. "The simple power of music."...... ..."Then I listen in the darkness for the familiar sounds, knowing everything has changed.

I have candles, pictures and flowers on my nightstand... and of course a lamp!

There was a little note on the nightstand written on the back of a KFC napkin: Went for coffee, be right back. R Okay, so maybe he didn't sign it with a heart or an XOXO, but the man was going for coffee. Gotta love that.

Panting, my body dotted with perspiration, I scanned my surroundings. I saw walls of ivory and gold, painted in swirling patterns. An antique dresser. A furry white rug on the floor. A mahogany nightstand, with a Tiffany lamp perched next to a photo of my boyfriend, Cole.

And you're not the standard insecure nymph hunting for Faulkner you'll never finish, never start; Faulkner that will harden and calcify, if books could calcify, on your nightstand; Faulkner meant only to convince one-night stands that you mean it when you swear you never do this kind of thing.

For a while, gently bumping into my nightstand meant a pile of 50 books clattering onto my head and the floor. After the 10th time this happened, I moved most of the books to a shelf in the spare room. Now, my nightstand is sort of like a bookish country club. And not all books get in.

Their happiness was the kind which is fashioned of the comfortable disorder of sauvignon bottles and coffee cups in the sink, paperback thrillers with split spines on the nightstand, bathrobes hung haphazard on high-backed, brocade-seated chairs, shutters left open all night, and the hallway ever in need of new paint.

He never had a first read on the nightstand, not if he wanted to sleep, so he settled in with the familiar and fascinating

Is that why you have hand grenades and a garrote in your nightstand? They're sleep aids.

My night stand is more like a geological structure: a bunch of books piled on the floor with its own strata.

Come on, Ella. Sleep green.' Ignoring him, I got into bed wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts printed with penguins. I reached over to the nightstand and flipped off the lamp. A moment of silence, and then I heard a lecherous murmur. 'I like your penguins.

They found her with a nearly empty snifter of brandy on the nightstand, a book by her favorite novelist turned to the last page, and a smile on her face.

In a nightstand drawer are a car key labeled with a license plate number

There was just enough room for her bed, a nightstand and her beloved sewing machine. Mom didn't sew these days, but that machine had been a major part of her life for so many years, she'd never feel at home without it.