Quotes About Bed

Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as legislature.... So people who go to bed to sleep Must count French premiers or sheep, And people who ought to arise from bed Yawn and go back to sleep instead.

The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.

I'm a goofy old fart, but I still have fun. Have you ever been on a rollercoaster? I'm so old I get that same sensation just rolling over in bed.

When my desire grows too fierce I wear my bed clothes inside out, dark as the night's rough husk.

Soon after that he drank some soda-water, and went to bed: I did so too, and, I shame to confess, slept soundly, unhaunted by so much as a dream of the poor patient Bronze, whom we had left in the chilly bleak dawn, alone with his hunger and sorrow. We hear a very great chatter of "sympathy" in this world: is there aught of it, I wonder, that is anything beyond fellow-feeling?

hazel eyes lasered into the screen, anticipating—no craving—an instantaneous response. Jaden had told her to text him when she was about to leave the house. So why didn't he respond? She hopped off the bed

Every woman should have 4 pets in her life. A mink in her closet A jaguar in her garage A tiger in her bed And a jackass who pays for EvErYtHiNg!

The Glazert rattled in its wide bed, wriggling down the valley floor;

He slept on the foot of my bed. When I suggested he might be more comfortable in his room, he regarded me steadily with ice-colored eyes. Where does a werewolf sleep? Anywhere he wants to.

Did you bring this into bed last night?" he asked. I flexed my fingers, frowning with annoyance at the walking stick.

I go through to lie on my bed and leave the light offI watch the city lightes move accross the ceiling, splintering up the darkness. It's not ever really dark in our room. Even with the lights off, the cars and neons and street lights leave a glow all the time.

So they would't suffer too much from hunger, they slept and rested in bed for as long as they could. They lost all notion of time, and if Brossier hadn't come back they would never have left that room, not even the bed, where they listened to music and little by little drifted off. The last thing they saw from the outside world were the snowflakes falling all day on the sill of the open window.

They will not be pleased. But they know we must catch the monsoon with a well-found ship; and they know they are in the Navy--they have chosen their cake, and must lie on it.' You mean, they cannot have their bed and eat it.' No, no, it is not quite that either. I mean--I wish you would not confuse my mind, Stephen.

I WOKE IN A BED. In a room. In an inn. More than that was not immediately clear to me. It felt exactly like someone had hit me in the head with a church.

The fire flickered and died. Sleep met him like a lover in an empty bed.

A disconcerting image of the cameraman thrown in a shallow grave passed through my sights; he sat up in the dark and noticed the blanket of his bed was made of sod.

If a woman does marry, I suggest she has her own bed.

The half-life of caffeine -- that is, the time taken for the concentration in your bloodstream to drop by 50 per cent -- is between three and seven hours, with an average of about four hours. Therefore, if you drink several cups of strong coffee during your harassed working day, your blood will still contain substantial amounts of caffeine when you go to bed several hours later.

Lady Madonna lying on the bed Listen to the music playing in your head.

Maybe he's not drunk. Maybe he's ill,' she said. 'He's drunk,' Otto said. 'Come along to bed.' 'How do you know?' 'Don't shout.' 'Can't you leave room for doubt? Maybe he's had an epileptic fit! A heart attack! You're so full of cunning, catching everyone out . . . the American form of wisdom! What if he is drunk! Isn't that bad enough!

Oh, Rabbit, no. Not that. I only want to be sensible and listen to myself." "Enjoy yourself, then," he said flatly. "I've heard enough." He went off to bed, slamming the door as he entered our room.

All I wanted was to be alone on a sea of unconsciousness, slipping away as the bed became a raft and my mind let go of itself.

Every time she shut her eyes she saw herself wrapped in his arms in the middle of that beautiful bed just right for conceiving children.

Oh, sure. Brian Wilson. The big genius! Well, he wasn't such a genius when he was wetting his bed at age 14! He wasn't so cute then, was he?