Quotes About Bed

Bed is the only place for protracted telephoning. It is also execellently suited to reading, sleeping and listening to canaries. It is not a good place for sex: sex should take place in armchairs, or in bathrooms, or on lawns which have been brushed but not too recently mown, or on sandy beaches if you happen to have been circumcised. If you are too tired to have intercourse except in bed you are probably too tired anyway and should be husbanding your strength.

She was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt. As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally. Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.

Who the hell was this woman that he shared a bed with? A life with. Anger and raw pain surged through Harrison as he wondered if he really had married a stranger.

The rain is speaking quietly, you can sleep now. Near my bed, the rustle of newspaper wings. There are no other angles. I'll wake up early and bribe the coming day to be kind to us.

When I lay down on that clean concrete bed, I found the ideal place for an afternoon nap. On many baking afternoons that followed, if I saw that the morgue was not otherwise occupied, I would lie on the slab and savor its soothing coolness; sometimes in my dreams I would find myself in a garden full of blooming flowers.

It's only worth staying in bed if you're young and in good company.

People who go to bed with itchy bums wake up with smelly fingers

The man at the foot of my bed is too sharply dressed to be anything but a lawyer or a pimp.

Gautama was astonished at how many ways his mind could plague him. It blamed him for everything—for his blistered feet, for getting lost in the forest, for making a bed from tree boughs that turned out to be full of lice.

We love each other like this!… On my bed all in white, So white and vaporous like the flower of innocence, Like the froth of vice, Winter, Winter, Winter, We fall in a cluster of roses and lilies!

She wondered why, when she lay in bed at night, her thoughts turned to Jake. The realization that she didn't daydream about Stephen pricked her with guilt. It was only because Jake was a thorn in her side. But

I have a head injury." His strange words pulled her from her thoughts. That last shot of morphine must've kicked in. "What?" "A moment like this . . . it kind of calls for a romantic kiss, you know? I'm weighted to this bed, and my girl won't lean over and make it happen." She gave a watery laugh. His girl. She liked the sound of that. Liked it a lot. So much that she leaned over and touched her lips to his. He

how close I came to suicide. Trina was right. It is a passing impulse, a signal that change is needed. If I had done it I wouldn't be here, in a giant bed in Paris, having my sore face kissed by tiny lips. I was in the afterwards, it was glorious, and a lot of people didn't make it here. That is all I'm saying about that.

We may need to focus here.' 'Right. Yes. OK. Turn around.' 'Are you going to throw something at me?' 'What? No, I'm getting out of bed.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

My misdeeds are accidental happenings and merely the result of having been in the wrong bar or bed at the wrong time, say most days between midday and midnight.

Addie was here by her own choice, lying on a very comfortable bed, while a hot man who didn't look at her with boredom was running around somewhere, insisting she take it easy while he did all the work. Dreams really did come true.

On bottom... Fellows studied the blue and green Mackenzie plaid kilt laid out across his bed. He'd worn it before, at Christmas at Kilmorgan, feeling strange with wool wrapping his hips, air circulating his thighs. Scotsmen had to be mad.

It is a game, my love." He held her gaze. "It is the most serious game I've ever engaged in. And I intend to win it. I will have you back, Isabella—in my life, in my house, and in my bed.

Come here." He sat on the bed, putting his back against the headboard, and patted the mattress beside him. "On the bed. Of course." Kim put her hands on her hips. "If kidnapping and arguing don't work, try seduction.

Desire so strong it destroyed the ability to resist was a myth. Any woman who fell into bed with a man did it because she made a choice at some point between meeting him and removing her clothes.

There was ancient dust in the folds of the bed curtains and on the speckled, gilt picture frames on the walls, and enough dirt in the rug bedside the bed to sprout seed.

And it was only as he rose from the bed, his body illuminated by the colored lights of the city, that I caught the glint of calculation behind his eyes, a cold, blank set to his face. His shadow self, and not a nice one.