Quotes About Blanket

Whatever was to happen eventually, she was slipping for now into the state of timelessness, when the past was one small circle of all events both recent and long ago, the empty future seemed suspended forever, and the present was an all-encompassing blanket floating in nothingness.

She felt awkward and anxious, stripped to her underwear with just a blanket held up between her and a dozen strangers, some of whom probably wanted to eat her.

Warmth crept over him, and sleep tiptoed in its wake, drawing a blanket of drowsiness up round his ears, unlocking the tidy cupboards of his mind and letting all the thoughts and impressions of the day spill out in brightly colored heaps.

But a child is a sensitive instrument. You can hide the factual truth from a child, but you can't blanket influence. Your agitation will out, and over time it will mod your child's temperament as surely as water wear at rock.

le vent soulève le fleuve et le lac, la pluie assombrit le village les montagnes alentour rugissent comme les vagues déferlantes de la mer un feu doux de fagots du torrent, une chaude couverture barbare en laine, le chat et moi ne franchissons pas la porte

Doves coo in the rafters above us as she sits down on the blanket, her loathed dress whispering around her. She pops a grape into her mouth and sighs. This is so unreal. I feel like a princess. She couldn't have given me a better opening for the conversation I've been hoping to have. Funny, I say. I was thinking the same thing. Delilah frowns. You feel like a princess too?

That really annoying moment when you can't find the long side of the blanket.

Dream about things that envelop your being like a comfortable blanket.

The sky was a blanket of grey, tarmac-coloured clouds with no hint of the blue beyond them.

His ignorance covers the world like a blanket, and there's scarcely a hole in it anywhere

His ignorance covered the whole earth like a blanket, and there was hardly a hole in it anywhere.

You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out.

Christmas...that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance...a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.

It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

Love is an electric blanket with somebody else in control of the switch.

sitting there with the blanket over him was the only thing he could think of to make all the hotheads, white and red, curious enough to forget fighting. Then

Florence tucked Jack's blanket tighter around him. "There, soldier. Warmer now?

Exhaustion is a thin blanket tattered with bullet holes.

This caterpillar rests on a pad of its own silk all day, with a leaf curled around it like a blanket. It comes out at night to eat. It grows about as long as your middle finger. Over winter, this caterpillar can be found in its pupa, among the litter on the ground, or on one of the trees it feeds on. It will look like an orange-brown piece of bark, with a silk thread holding it around the middle.

It was the middle of the night, and Bingo couldn't sleep. The ground was hard, but he was used to that. . . .His blanket was dirty and smelled disgusting, but he was used to that too. A tune kept going through his head, and he couldn't get it out of his mind. It was the Wendels' victory song.

They] fall asleep like that, legs intertwined, underneath a found blanket, in the center of a war.

The light that remained was of the clear gray quality that reminds one that the sky is not a blanket of blue benevolently spread over the earth but only the beginning of cold and impossible distances

I bought an irregular electric blanket. It's solar-powered.

Samuel is going to get you a blanket," I told him firmly. "And a pillow. You are going to sleep for the day in my closet. Dead people don't get to stay in my bedroom.