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Quotes About Bed

I remember the bed and the crisp, yellowing sheets. I wondered how many people had slept in it. I marveled at how the pillow, like a small theater, had staged countless dreams.
~ Simon Van Booy
Oh, it's nice to get up in the mornin',But it's nicer to lie in bed.
~ Sir Harry Lauder
My 'thing' is that I just lie in my immense bed and look out the window at the skyline over Virginia and the sky and the airplanes coming into Reagan. I really love doing that.
~ Ben Stein
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
~ William Blake
Love laid his sleepless head On a thorny rose bed: And his eyes with tears were red, And pale his lips as the dead.
~ Algernon Charles Swinburne
Here's who it's okay to share a bed with: . . . A heating pad. An empty bag of pita chips. The love of your life.
~ Lena Dunham
Whenever I have free time, I love to just lay in my bed and watch YouTube videos, watch movies. Just basically do nothing.
~ Bethany Mota
I love you Huey was the note I read, but there's a strange pair of shoes underneath the bed.
~ Huey Lewis
background. Nancy had an antique brass bed. I had the feeling these girls weren't two of a kind. Meanwhile, I was going through things. The name she was using here was Glenna Cole, but I found identification cards of various sorts in several other names. The
~ Max Allan Collins
This bed yawns beneath the weight of our absent selves.
~ Maya Angelou
For me sleep was difficult that night. My bed was lumpy with anger and my pillow a rock of intemperate umbrage.
~ Maya Angelou
If I have to bar the door, I will. I can be a very accommodating man, lass, but you've sorely tried my will. I've given you until tomorrow to trust me with whatever you're hiding. After that, I can promise you won't like my hospitality any longer." "I don't like it now," she said crossly. She waved her hand in his direction. "You can leave. I'll only be going to bed now.
~ Maya Banks
That's enough of that, Jesse said. Next thing I knew, he'd scooped me up. Only instead of carrying me to my bed and setting me down on it all romantically, you know, like guys do to girls in the movies, he just dumped me onto it, so I bounced around and would have fallen off if I hadn't grabbed the edge of the mattress. Thanks, I said, not quite able to keep all of the sarcasm out of my voice.
~ Meg Cabot
Stink woke up the next morning, his bed felt as big as a country. The ceiling was up
~ Megan McDonald
On the bed, Eugenides stirred restlessly. Upset at the sight of blood? he said. Not my wife, Ornon. Your blood, the ambassador pointed out. Eugenides glanced at the hook on his arm and conceded the point. Yes, he said. He seemed lost in memory. The room was quiet.
~ Megan Whalen Turner
The queen was settling on the edge of the bed, ungainly with hesitation and at the same time exquisite in her grace, like a heron landing in a treetop.
~ Megan Whalen Turner
Does he expect me to rise from my death bed to fight with him? the king asked. I thought you said you weren't dying I've reconsidered.
~ Megan Whalen Turner
The tray held herb tea, buttered bread, fruit and sheep's-milk yogurt mixed with honey, something Andie particularly liked first thing in the morning. It was, in fact, breakfast in bed.
~ Mercedes Lackey
Like all rice, black rice is great at absorbing flavours, but it's just as happy to act as a satiny bed for a poached egg, say, if you want to keep things simple.
~ Yotam Ottolenghi
That night in my bed in the honey house, when I closed my eyes, bee hum ran through my body. Ran through the whole earth. It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.
~ Sue Monk Kidd
July 1, 1964, I lay in bed, waiting for the bees to show up, thinking of what Rosaleen had said when I told her about their nightly visitations. "Bees swarm before death," she'd said.
~ Sue Monk Kidd
This singular obsession with his every movement, from the way he laughed to the exact angle of his gaze, was because only one topic existed. There was only so much you could say about one man who was probably sick in bed, so they filled the time by dissecting every last aspect of his life.
~ Suki Kim
The Squire came to the side of the bed, and put his arms under Dickon, and lifted the boy—in a dead sleep all the time—and carried him out so, at the door.
~ Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
That's something I missed, lying in bed listening to the rain with someone I loved. That's something I missed, having someone I loved.
~ Josh Lanyon