Quotes About Bed

I've removed legs from dogs on the bed of my truck on the farm.

Gluttony? I could eat and eat and eat and eat and eat. I'd love to pig out on gluten. I mean, I'm allergic to gluten, but I really want to do that. I want to sit in bed one day and just pig out.

I personally have never made a movie in Hollywood, because I don't want to get up in my own bed and then go to the movie set, and then come home at night to my real life.

I'm usually at home and in bed by 10 o'clock. I do not want to be out at anybody's New Year's Eve party.

If you do a fifteen hour day on a film, there's a lot of time standing around but at the end of that, you want to go home to your hotel room and have a bite to eat, watch a movie and go to bed.

To mourn is to feel a flower's slow death, hill bear. To bed a man is to recall the flower's bright glory.

But what struck me was the book-madness of the place--books lay scattered across the unmade bed and the top of a battered-looking desk, books stood in knee-high piles on the floor, books were crammed sideways and right side up in a narrow bookcase that rose higher than my head and leaned dangerously from the wall, books sat in stacks on top of a dingy dresser. The closet door was propped open by a pile of books, and from beneath the bed a book stuck out beside the toe of a maroon slipper.

The other night I was lying in bed, looking up at the stars, and I wondered, 'Where the hell is my roof?

If I lie down on my bed I must be here, But if I lie down in my grave I may be elsewhere.

When she enters the room she immediately shuts the window and draws the shade with a quick, hard pull. Then she throws herself down on the bed, and the sobbing starts all over again. It's as if she can't sob when she's not in a lying position - either that or she has to start sobbing the moment she lies down.

He looked sleepy, sensual, dragged from a bed of lust, no doubt.

While Owen Winter timidly made love to her brother in the attic room, Verity Cranton lay in her single bed, dreaming.

I loved her so much, she was so beautiful in life, it seemed unbelievably cruel that I had to become afraid of her. I would wake screaming just as Ellony stooped over me in bed. She had cold saliva that smelled of fish. It fell onto my face.

He looked like a dead saint, lying there on the bed. Was it the Grigori beauty coming through in him now, this translucence, this sense of inner fire, which shone through his fine-boned face, or had Daniel coaxed this new beauty from him?

The beast sits on our doorstep, lies next to us in bed, hides inside our flesh. We are the Nazis. There is no escaping it.

The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.

The best kind of rain, of course, is a cozy rain. This is the kind the anonymous medieval poet makes me remember, the rain that falls on a day when you'd just as soon stay in bed a little longer, write letters or read a good book by the fire, take early tea with hot scones and jam and look out the streaked window with complacency.

My beauty regime is very simple. I just take my make-up off before bed. And oh, I always put moisturiser on. But that's about it, apart from a bit of soap maybe.

I'm obsessed with socks. I even wear them to bed!

When we used to tour before we would stay in a Travelodge and had to share a room. One of us would have the bed and the other the pull-down sofa.

Slumps are like a soft bed. They're easy to get into and hard to get out of.

I use an extremely soft mattress. Hard ones are a complete no-no.

They're like sleeping in a soft bed. Easy to get into and hard to get out of.

When I was a kid, I used to imagine animals running under my bed. I told my dad, and he solved the problem quickly. He cut the legs off the bed.