Quotes About Bed

In the circle of yellow lamplight, These few roof-beams and columns Of what could be a Mogul Emperor's palace. The Prince chews his long nails, The Princess lowers her green eyelids. They both smoke too much, Never go to bed before daybreak.

It's that hum in your left ear, A sigh coming from deep within you, A dream in which you keep falling forever, The hour in which you sit up in bed As though someone has shouted your name.

As he looked around the huge ducal bed, he saw everything that meant the world to him. Outside the sky was darkening and the snow was falling. Through misty eyes, Matthew looked up, saw the moon glowing brilliantly and whispered, "thank you." It was simple, but heartfelt. Never had a man been more grateful than that very moment when everything was utter perfection. With his family and his wife pressed up against him.

She saw him as a boy, standing in the kitchen, his clothes tattered and torn, his dark hair in need of a cut and taming. In his dirty hands he held out the bed to her, his only words, "For you.

Avoid ending a scene with your character going to bed. Your reader will shut off the light and go to sleep, too.

Uriah is a good soldier—but a poor husband. He's not interested in spending time in bed with me. He'd rather be with his army friends. If my husband won't satisfy my needs, I have a right to have them satisfied by someone else.

cold gray rainy day watching winter's last leaves fall from my cozy bed

Reading in bed is a gateway drug to writing in bed.

People who snore always fall asleep first.

You can take a field and spread it like a rug across the floor and you can step on the field, stepping out of your bed. You can stand on the field and you can watch the mark your foot makes, you can see your foot ringed with blue thyme, or with cyclamen, or with gold pulse. This is imagination. Imagination is stronger than reality.

If you ask any good sniper, he will tell you that making the kill is better than sex. If you offer this sniper an opportunity to shoot twelve enemy soldiers or to hop in bed with a Playboy playmate, the sniper will choose the chance to make the kills first—then he will want the girl, too!

You will go to bed, Christa. But not alone.

What the hell do you think you're doing, Colonel?" Callie demanded, struggling fiercely. It was all to no avail. She was swept up into his arms, and he was striding across the room to the stairway. "Going to bed. For that good night's sleep. And like it or not, Mrs. Michaelson, you'll be sleeping right beside me." Those blue eyes met hers once again. "Right beside me. You do owe me, Mrs. Michaelson. That's the way I see it, my angel.

No, Christa, it's not me. Maybe I'm not your Rebel lover. Maybe I am your Yankee husband. But in every way, I swear to you, I've sought to give what I would take. And I know that I've touched your senses. You hold back because you would continue to wage war in our bed. But I tell you, my love, no more. No more, after this night!" "Don't—" she began. "Jesu, Christa! Give me a chance, give us both a chance!

Sleeping in your arms was like floating in a dream, carrying me to bed was like falling from your arms onto a love heart cloud.

Homework is not an option. My bed is sending out serious nap rays. I can't help myself. The fluffy pillows and warm comforter are more powerful than I am. I have no choice but to snuggle under the covers.

Homework is not an option. My bed is sending out serious nap rays. I can't help myself. The fluffy pillows and warm comforter are more powerful than I am. I have no choice but to snuggle under the covers.

At night in bed, they talked. He, of the bees. She of the birds. Never of the birds and bees.

I happen to love a good run almost as much as sex. Like sex, there are often times I don't think I'm interested until I'm into it. Unlike sex, I do have to get out of bed and into the elements. I hate leaving bed.

You may want to keep a commonplace book which is a notebook where you can copy parts of books you think are in code, or take notes on a series of events you may have observed that are suspicious, unfortunate, or very dull. Keep your commonplace book in a safe place, such as underneath your bed, or at a nearby dairy.

Morning is one of the best times for thinking. When one has just woken up, but hasn't yet gotten out of bed, it is a perfect time to look up at the ceiling, consider one's life, and wonder what the future will hold.

Various parts of my body told me that in the future they would appreciate it if I slept lying down on a bed instead of sitting at the counter of Black Cat Coffee. I quietly reassured them that this was an unusual situation, and had the machinery make me some bread as a breakfast.

As I'm sure you know, to be in one's own room, in one's own bed, can often make a bleak situation a little better.

As I'm sure you know, to be in one's own room, in one's own bed, can often make a bleak situation a little better