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Quotes About Bed

Well, you go straight back to bed, then!" "Yes." He wheeled. She swatted him on the butt. He bit his tongue. She said, "At least you've been eating better. Take care of yourself, huh?" He
~ Lois McMaster Bujold
Bucks, doe — thank God everything boils down to money, I always say. During mating season the doe constructs a bed for herself, and then she urinates all around the outside of it. That's how she gets her mate. So that's it, murmured Odette. I was always peeing in the bed.
~ Lorrie Moore
She would turn from him in bed, her hands under the pillow, the digital clock peeling back the old skins of numbers.
~ Lorrie Moore
I steal back into dreams of you, your unmade bed a huge open-faced sandwich.
~ Lorrie Moore
We are dealing, she continues, with a mind, as Williams put it, like a bed all made up.
~ Lorrie Moore
nationalism and religion as the unholy spouses from whose fetid conjugal bed nothing but evil can crawl forth
~ Louis de Bernieres
Stanley took a shower—if you could call it that, ate dinner—if you could call it that, and went to bed—if you could call his smelly and scratchy cot a bed.
~ Louis Sachar
Y ella se despidió de todos metida en su cama eterna-cama mundo, en su velero del dolor, con la sonrisa desencajada y las manos resplandecientes de sortijas.
~ Rosa Montero
At the second one the head of the machine ripped the top row of glasses out of place like a toboggan shoe splintering a stretch of thin ice. Then the under floats tangled in the frame work, and Dave bore company with the others in a dive into a bed of geraniums.
~ Roy Rockwood
When I get up in the morning, I go right back to bed again. I feel best in the evening the moment I put out the light and pull the feather-bed over my head. I sit up once more, look around the room with indescribable satisfaction, and then good night, down under the feather-bed.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
When I get up in the morning I go straight back to bed again. I feel best in the evening, the moment I dowse the candle, pull the eiderdown over my head. I raise myself up once more, look about the room with an indescribable peace of mind, and then it's goodnight, down under the eiderdown.
~ Soren Kierkegaard
Whatever stress some may lay upon it, a death-bed repentance is but a weak and slender plank to trust our all on.
~ Laurence Sterne
Then Monsieur is satisfied? asked Planchet. My dear Planchet, I am the happiest of men! And I may profit by Monsieur's happiness, and go to bed?
~ Alexandre Dumas
It was worth while, truly," added the young man with a melancholy smile, "to make war against the English for ten years, and to die in his bed at last, like everybody else.
~ Alexandre Dumas
So there he lay in his bed, waiting for the token of love he so desperately desired. But what he received from his mother instead were constant admonitions to be well-mannered, well-adjusted, "normal." Later
~ Alice Miller
Even on those days the news is fully bad. And all you can do is get out of bed and failing that give thanks you have a bed not to get out of.
~ Alice Walker
My own experience is that a certain kind of genius among students is best brought out in bed.
~ Allen Ginsberg
Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.
~ Ambrose Bierce
it was Hooper. The big, pale dog stared urgently into Wayne's face, forepaws on the bed. His damp gaze was unhappy, even stricken.
~ Joe Hill
That night Lee suffered overheated, sexually complicated dreams; he dreamed that Merrin was naked in his bed, and he sat on top of her arms and held her down while he forced a funnel into her mouth, a red plastic funnel, and then poured gasoline into it, and she began to buck under him as in orgasm.
~ Joe Hill
I should of stood in bed.
~ Joe Jacobs
Gilbert... sat at the foot of the bed and wore the dazed, beleaguered look of a suspect hauled in for questioning on a day when the good cop has phoned in sick.
~ Joe Keenan
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate,Who ne'er the mournful midnight hoursWeeping upon his bed has sate,He knows you not, ye Heavenly Powers.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
God knows I often retire to my bed wishing (at times even hoping) that I might never wake up; and in the morning I open my eyes, see the sun once again, and am miserable.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe