Quotes About Bed

A baboon in a forest is a matter of legitimate speculation; a baboon in a zoo is an object of public curiosity; but a baboon in your wife's bed is a cause of the gravest concern.

Then the King of Arragon pushed old Utepandragun over his horse's tail down on to the meadow – the King of Britain! – where he lay in a bed of flowers!

I dined alone and went to sleep, keeping one eye open all night lest Milt Rosen roll over onto my side of the bed. I was prepared to let out a piercing shriek.

Yes, I'd give my life to lay my head tonight On a bed of California stars

Honour to Agamemnon is a thing / That he can pick, pick up, put back, pick up again, / A somesuch you might find beneath your bed.

Sometimes it pays to stay in bed on Monday, rather than spending the rest of the week debugging Monday's code.

he felt the strain of being alive and wished he had stayed in bed,

Quis o mar e sentiu os lençóis da cama.

La cama blanquecina nadando en la oscuridad. El cansancio arrastrándose por su cuerpo

One night, I'd only just lain down," she told him, "when one of the legs of the bed collapsed throwing me to the ground. After an irate movement, because I wasn't at least sleepy enough to go without comfort, I suddenly thought: why a whole bed and not a broken one? I lay down and was soon asleep...

He [Mihaly Babits] hoped that some god might offer a bed to the river of words which rose to his lips, so that it might flow between ordered banks to the sea, there to vanish.

To read in bed is to draw around us invisible, noiseless curtains. Then at last we are in a room of our own and are ready to burrow back, back to that private life of the imagination we all led as a child and to whose secret satisfactions so many of us have mislaid the key.

As he lay abed on Sunday, 21 September, Morse was beset by the nagging feeling that there was so much to be done if only he could summon up the mental resolve to begin.

Ik ga op de rand van het bed zitten en rook een sigaret. Als die opgerookt is, gooi ik de asbak leeg in een plastic doos die in de kleine diepvriezer van de slaapkamer staat. Zonder de peuk. Alleen de as. De peuk werp ik door het open raam in de tuin van de buren, die met vakantie zijn.

What troopsOf generous boys in happiness thus bred—Saturnians through life's Tempe led,Went from the North and came from the South,With golden mottoes in the mouth,To lie down midway on a bloody bed.

How it is I know not; but there is no place like a bed for confidential disclosures between friends. Man and wife, they say, there open the very bottom of their souls to each other; and some old couples often lie and chat over old times till nearly morning. Thus, then, in our hearts honeymoon, lay I and Queequeg -- a cozy, loving pair.

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shores our bed and eats at our own table.

He is struck by her overview of his situation. It is as if she has understood his life. He is taken by an impulse to clasp her hand and ask her to marry him; even if they did not get on in bed, she seems to have a gift for précis that eludes most of his clerks.

Sam: You know what I wish? Cassel: What? Sam: That someone would covert my bed into a robot that would fight other bed robots to the death for me.

I will lie down,¨ he says, letting me guide him toward his enormous bed. Once there, he does not let go of my hand. ¨Ïf you lie with me.¨ Page 308

What got you chained up?" she asked the vampire. "I fell in with bad company," he said, straight-faced, and for a moment she wasn't sure if he was joking. It rattled her, the idea that he might have a sense of humor. "Be careful," Aidan called from the bed. "You don't know what he might do." "We all know what you'd do, though, don't we?" the vampire accused Aidan in his silky voice.

I think about all the strangeness of his being here, sleeping in homespun sheets, wearing the same clothes for days on end, eating bread and cheese, and not complaining about any of it. It almost seems like he prefers a nest of spies and assassins to the splendour of his own bed.

It is difficult, though, not to be shamed be being nearly undressed, with bed hair and bad breath.

A shiver goes through his body, and his hand goes to my waist, but instead of pushing me away, he pulls me into the bed with him, rolling my body across him onto the heavily embroidered coverlets.