Quotes About Bed

There was just enough room for her bed, a nightstand and her beloved sewing machine. Mom didn't sew these days, but that machine had been a major part of her life for so many years, she'd never feel at home without it.

You next, he said. Out of those clothes and into bed. She nodded but didn't move from Sally's side. The thought of undressing exhausted her. Where would she find the strength such a task would require? I'm filthy. I'll ruin the new bed. I'll bring you some fresh water. I've no clothes to change into. His grin was downright wicked. I know. A short laugh escaped her.

Beyond my window, a thick layer of snow covered the ledge. I became aware of a hush of anticipation, a tremendous surrounding absence. I got out of bed, dressed in my clothes, and went out to look at the city.

I never can understand why most people imagine a bed – some sort of bed: any sort of bed – to be a prerequisite of sleep.

I may be out of bed, but I'm in no way equipped to conduct hypothetical conversations before I've had a cup of tea.

Come to bed, a nighean. Nothing hurts when ye love me." He was right; nothing did.

Within an hour, I had gone from anguish at the thought of losing him in Scotland, to a strong desire to bed him in the herbaceous borders, and from that to a pronounced urge to hit him on the head with an oar. Now I was back to tenderness.

It Ã¢â'¬Â¦ wasna a scream of fear, or even anger. It Ã¢â'¬Â¦ ehm Ã¢â'¬Â¦ well, it was the way a woman will scream, sometimes, if she's Ã¢â'¬Â¦ pleased." "In bed, you mean." It wasn't a question. "So do men. Sometimes." You idiot! Of all the things you might have said Ã¢â'¬Â¦

In bed," she said calmly. "I want you to come to bed with me.

his weight pinning me to the bed.

Once there, he took a moment to knead the bedclothes with his paws and turn three times widdershins, as though taking the curse off his resting place, before lying down at my feet, resting his nose on his paws with a deep sigh.

To be polite about it, I'll make a bit of a prediction for you, and say your husband isna like to stray far from your bed.

Jamie," I said. "I'm tired. Will you take me to bed?

I don't have a night stand. If I read at night in bed or too close to sleep-time, I lie awake thinking in the dark for hours.

Silent, Cassandra will pour the tea, Sit at the table, Make up the bed, find the tatters to darn, Toss them on cushions. Silent, she'll rise in the fathomless dawn, Bless you with cross-signs.

I continue to write because my hand wants something to do and my notebook with its white lined pages has a kind of readiness to receive my thoughts and my tiredness and to be a bed that my letters can lie in. That way at least part of me has a place to lie down.

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

A wonderful thing about a book, in contrast to a computer screen, is that you can take it to bed with you.

When I read, I take notes and underline things. So reading is a vigorous process for me, but I read in bed. My poor husband is trying to go to sleep, and I'm reaching over him to get the Post-it notes.

There in the middle of the rooftop—in a circle of lighted candles scented with the smell of vanilla—sat a four-poster bed adorned with throw pillows.

found him in our bed with Mallory, wearing my favorite cowboy hat." "Wait a minute, who was wearing your favorite cowboy hat, Mallory or the dude." "The dude, but he was wearing it on his Johnson." "Eww. Low class.

You've got to get up every morning with determination if you're going to go to bed with satisfaction.

A sound startled him, and to his everlasting irritation, his body jerked. The nurse was standing at the foot of the bed. Did they all have to creep around? He was going to insist bells be sewn onto everyone's clothes so he was aware of them approaching.

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.