Quotes About Bedroom

She died in one of the downstairs rooms, in a heavy walnut bed with a curtain, her gray head propped on a pillow yellow and moldy with age and lack of sunlight.

Walter and Bell glanced at each other, neither one relishing the idea of being the brave hero who found the escaped tiger in the bedroom.

Back in Nina's large Spartan bedroom, the three of them plunked their sore, beat-up frames into the same seats they'd chosen before the madness.

My sister and I shared a bedroom our entire lives and I believe she discovered the Beatles when she was about 11 and I'm four years younger. So from the age of 7 until 17 we had nothing but Beatles paraphernalia in our room, even those little stuffed Beatles that went on stands that are dressed as the Sgt. Pepper band.

Don't use your bedroom for work, unless you're a prostitute.

We have it on good authority that they might disguise it as a double entendre in a bedroom farce and deliver it up the rear entrance at Comedy.

Don't use your bedroom for work, unless you're a prostitute.

I started to work up in my old bedroom, playing, writing songs, and it somehow came to me that I could introduce soul music. Nobody seemed to be doing that.

Two fundamental rules in the bedroom: one is you do not work in the bedroom. You should not have a workstation, laptop, or business papers around, because as soon as you look at that, you're stressed. I love having a sitting area where you can read a book, but that's it. The other is no clutter.

Swapping a duvet cover is the most stressful chore in the world to me, and I haven't figured out a way to do it without scuba diving into a giant sac of linen and figuring out if I'm tying the right knots in each corner.

My night stand is more like a geological structure: a bunch of books piled on the floor with its own strata.

CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH. Mmmmm, mmmmm. Crunch crunch crunch. There was someone in my room, someone crouching at the bottom of the bed eating something. Enjoying it too, by the sound of it. Mmmmmm, mmmmm. Crunch, crunch.

He came into my room rocking his 'gamer for life' pajamas and Minecraft slippers," I said. "I have a feeling that kid is always in the game.

Quinn came over to refill his glass. He looked towards the bedroom door. Where'd you find the little blonde? Used to bounce it on my knee. Which knew? he asked. Could I touch it?

anti-narrative sequences of a man (Watt) sitting in a dark bedroom drinking bourbon while his wife (Heath) and an Amway representative (Johnson) have acrobatic coitus in the background's lit hallway.

The 2-Man seniorest males' bedroom has a bunch of old AA bumper-stickers on it and a calligraphic poster saying EVERYTHING I'VE EVER LET GO OF HAS CLAW MARKS ON IT, and the answer to Gately's knock is a moan

Her shadow kept her company along the corridor to her bedroom, preceding her like a welcoming innkeeper.

I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom...and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know.

I had no sense of direction. Once, driving on the Sunrise Highway, Harlene said her parents were away and we could go to her house and use the bedroom. Inflamed by the idea, I made a quick U-turn and knocked over a telephone pole.

There are definite advantages to single beds." He sat up abruptly and arranged her legs around his waist. "Makes cuddling mandatory.

There are definite advantages to single beds." "Makes cuddling mandatory.

Opposite the bed is a cabinet built in to the wall, taking the whole length of it. It has a painted clock face on the front, with constellations instead of numbers. The arms of the clock are pointed toward a configuration of stars prophesying a particularly amorous lover. Inside, it appears merely a wardrobe overstuffed with Cardan's clothes. I pull them out, letting them fall to the floor in a pile of velvet cuffs, satin, and leather. From the bed, Cardan makes a sound of mock distress.

They both went to opposite sides of the bed, snapped on their bedside lamps and pulled back the cover in a smooth, practiced, synchronized move that proved, depending on Madeline's mood, that they either had the perfect marriage or that they were stuck in a middle-class suburban rut and they needed to sell the house and go traveling around India.

He experienced a strange reaction to the sight, a nearly overwhelming urge to go over to her, shove her back on the bed, and take her without preliminaries. To dominate her, and force her to admit his ownership.