Quotes About Bed

No matter which sex I went to bed with, I never smoked on the street

oh god it's wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

Weariness of Men My grandmother said when she was young The grass was so wild and high You couldn't see a man on horseback. In the fields she made out Three barns, Dark and blown down from the weather Like her husbands. She remembers them in the dark, Cursing the beasts, And how they would leave the bed In the morning, The dead grass of their eyes Stacked against her.

His bed needed all the good craftsmanship that had gone into its making to keep it from splitting asunder as he would grip one of its beams to heave at the oar of his sleep; and he often said that there was no happiness in the world to compare with that of awakening from such a dream and finding it to be only a dream. Three

As I lie in bed I assume the shape of a big beetle, a stag beetle or a cockchafer, I think.

The seductiveness of this world and the sign that warrants its transitoriness are one and the same. And rightly so, because only in this way can the world seduce us, and accord with the truth. The grievous thing is that after falling victim to the seduction, we forget the warranty, and so the Good has led us into Evil, the woman's smile has led us into bed with her.

Being married means I can break wind and eat ice cream in bed.

To read Transtromer - the best times are at night, in silence, and alone - is to surrender to the far-fetched. It is to climb out of bed and listen to what the house is saying, and to how the wind outside responds. Each of his readers reads him as a personal secret.

We were doing a gig in Spain and yet again had four hotel rooms that never get used. We always share a bed. So we're all in bed together and we've all got wind. And we thought it would be funny to put it on Instagram. Farting on cue.

I am not feeling any better because I cannot stay in bed, having constant cause for walking. They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella with which I set fire to the forest!

I actually fall asleep really easily. I'm a bit of a scaredy-cat, though, I have to make sure that all the doors are closed, the front door is locked three times, and then make sure everything is covered and look under the bed.

The first thing I do every morning is make my bed. It's a habit I'm sure my parents wish I had picked up as a teenager instead of as an adult!

I simply adore 'The Simpsons.' I go to bed in a 'Simpsons' T-shirt.

While he sat on the edge of the bed to retrieve his jeans from the floor, she saw the tattoo on his back for the first time—a large sunburst right between his shoulder blades. Very sexy on that broad, brown back. She'd seen the other one earlier, an armband in the shape of a chain.

He laid the boy gently on the bed, strangely reluctant to put him down. The warmth of the child against his chest was comforting. He couldn't resist touching his floppy blond hair. Beautiful little kid.

I'll be honest with you," he said. "It shakes me up." "I noticed," she said with a laugh. "I'm serious, Shelby. I'm wanting you again. I don't want you to leave this bed." She rolled over onto her stomach and raised herself up on her elbows. "I'm going to have to go home eventually. Before there's a search party." "I will shoot anyone who touches that door," he said.

I had a massive bed at home, and I loved her dearly. She was my queen, and I was her loyal subject.

I finally got up around noon, after having decided that, as far as monogamous relationships go, I could probably do worse than marrying my bed.

I learned three things that night: 1) sharing a bed is't nearly as intimate as making out in a too-small back seat, 2) inexplicably, some bras unhook in the front, 3) Cassidy hadn't known I was Jewish.

1) sharing a bed isn't nearly as intimate as making out in a too-small backseat, 2) inexplicably, some bras unhook in the front, and 3) Cassidy hadn't known I was Jewish.

A belly button is good for only one thing: when you're lying in bed eating celery, it's a place to put the salt.

Lying in bed with his eyes open, he searched the shadows around him, trying to find some steadying, reassuring objects. But the reality was at least as threatening as the nightmares. Having swallowed up all of the familiar shapes of the furniture, the darkness took on the aspect of some unearthly challenge: within this nothingness something monstrous and unknown was surely being spawned. The room had become a kind of breeding ground for monsters.

I've decided the act that cannot wait / is the important will to create / But, ah, if my belly is ignored / the pantry door I shall implore / But I've been known to reach the bed / ideas still famished in my head.

I took her to bed with silk and song 'Lay still, my love, I won't be long, I must prepare my body for passion.' 'O, your body you give, but all else you ration...