Quotes About Bedroom

We going to argue about this?" he asked. "Don't we argue about everything?" "Good point," he said. "Let's settle this one like adults— in the bedroom, naked.

Is there anyone there with you? she asked. He turned his phone so she could see that he was in his bedroom at Vallejo Street, alone except for Pita sleeping on his pillow. I thought she wasn't allowed on your pillow. She's not, he said. But apparently she's the ruler and I'm just her bitch.

My apartment is a studio, one not-too-large room with a kitchenette in the corner and a fireplace to one side. There's a door that leads to the other room, my bedroom and bathroom, and then there's the hinged door in the floor that goes down to the subbasement, where I keep my lab.

Many accidents in the home occur in the kitchen, more in the bathroom but most occur in the bedroom.

You coming or not? he repeated impatiently. I was going to say no. But then, glancing at the curtains, I thought, it's probably no more spooky out there in that cemetery than it is here in my own bedroom!

Is this your bedroom? she asked, and turned to look at him. Myrnin straightened and jammed the big red floppy hat back on his head. The feathers waved back and forth. Don't get any ideas, he said. I'm far too young and innocent for that kind of thinking.

A dangerous glint came into his eyes. "Gabi, if I ever show up in your bedroom in the middle of the nigh, believe me, it won't be to give you a morality lesson." She felt the promise of that through her body down to her toes. But she said, "If anyone showed up in my bedroom in the middle of the night, I'm likely to shoot them." He laughed as he shook his head at her. "Of course, you would.

In the future, when Microsoft leaves a security-flaw in their code it won't mean that somebody hacks your computer. It will mean that somebody takes control of your servant robot and it stands in your bedroom doorway sharpening a knife and watching you sleep.

Libby carried on singing and wiggling around in Mum's arm, and then Mum noticed me. Being in my bedroom. "What are you up to, Georgia? Why are you in here?" I said, "Not that anyone notices, but this is actually my room. You know, for me to be in. I was in bed, as it happens." Mum said as she went out, "Oh you must be sooo tired, all that lip gloss and mascara to carry round all day." Vair vair amusing. Not.

My bedroom is my sanctuary. It's like a refuge, and it's where I do a fair amount of designing - at least conceptually, if not literally.

The great pyramid is overrated. It's a bad design. The lounge is going to be huge, but the bedroom is going to be tiny.

"In France," Marcel said with wintry dignity, "accidents occur in the bedroom, not the kitchen."

His bedroom door did escape him. "What a lie that was!" Howl remarked as he walked into the wall. "My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me." He walked into the wall several times more, in several different places, before he discovered his bedroom door and crashed his way through it. Sophie could hear him falling about, saying that his bed was dodging.

Johnson went across to his bedroom for a nap, on the strict orders

We adjusted our neckties, picked up our notebooks, and hotfooted it upstairs for our first conference. As we stepped off the elevator, we looked down the hall to where Rose Woods, Mrs. Eisenhower's personal maid, stood beckoning to us from the First Lady's bedroom door.

Para aliviar a tensão fiz uma pergunta, minha ignorância real ou fingida sempre serviu para desviar as discussões que se armavam entre papai e mamãe na hora das refeições, acho a mesa o local preferido para um casal deixar bem claro que o amor acabou e em lugar dele ficou outra coisa. Mais tarde descobri que a cama é um lugar melhor ainda para esse tipo de definições.

He was in a gigantic circular bed, with a pink canopy over it. In all the luxuriant femininity of that big bedroom, George looked shrunken and misplaced, like a dead worm in a birthday cake.

When the diffused brightness of direct sunlight no longer made a blue green glow through the closed draperies in front of the sliding glass that opened onto the beach-front bedroom terrace, Mr. Aldo Bellinger got up from the broad bed and padded naked across the thick tufted pile of the aqua rug and parted the draperies a few inches and looked out.

As Mary left Kirk o'Field, she passed the entrance of her own bedroom.

off the bedroom was a smaller adjoining chamber, or supper room, about twelve by nine feet

Through a door concealed in the paneling, they entered Mary's bedroom on the floor above.

She ran into the bathroom and powdered her face and the front of her dress, drew a surrealistic version of a mouth beneath her nose, and dashed into her bedroom to find a coat.

She went up to his bedroom door and listened to the wildly twanging bed springs as they reached a crescendo as they built toward a finale worthy of Grieg's 'In the Hall of the Mountain King

Thunderstorms oft spurred these sorts of suppositions. "Maybe God is bursting with tears and he's flickering lights in His invisible bedroom