Quotes About Sheets

Have you ever seen a woman canter over the hills in the twilight? Scandal sheets are no match for atavism.

that the rooms were pitifully furnished, with dirty sheets in

If you don't worry about something until it's already a problem," said Rosie, "that's not worry. That's observation." The little girls who invited Poppy over had pink rooms and pink LEGOs and pink comforters over pink sheets on their pink beds.

death stretches out like a clothesline, and then suddenly blows: blows a dark sound that swells the sheets and beds are sailing into a harbor where death is waiting, dressed as an admiral

Gee," I say, "there are no sheets on this bed." The mouse looks at me. "Señor," he says, "if you sheet on my bed, I will keel you." We both laugh, and the mouse punches me in the arm.

Above hangs a chandelier made from thin sheets of mica. Tiny glowing faeries are trapped inside for the purpose of adding a warm glow to the room. Occasionally they fly, making shadows dance.

She also remade the bed with her crispest, nicest sheets. It was probably time to sleep with him. O h, yes, it was a bit clinical, but that's how it was when you were dating in your thirties. It wasn't hearts and flowers anymore. They weren't sixteen. They weren't religious. They had met on the internet: a dating website. So it was all very clear and upfront. They were both looking for a long-term relationship. They had ticked corresponding boxes to indicate this.

It sounds extraordinary, but it's a fact that balance sheets can make fascinating reading.

I told her about the time that I got so tired of you stealing the sheets that in my sleep-weary logic I decided that the thing to do was to tie them around my legs, knot and all, and how, when you attempted to steal them that night, you ended up yanking me into you, and I was so startled that I sprang up, tripped, and was nearly concussed.

The Earl of Chlincham sent a charming gift of some hem stitched sheets edged with real lace and a photo of himself in a striking attitude.

A rebel. That was me when I was younger. What was a rebel from New Jersey? A rebel was moving to the Village, not sleeping with top sheets, not eating a hot breakfast in the morning, not having 20 rolls of toilet paper and 10 boxes of Kleenex.

Brands are assets, and companies rightfully include them on their financial balance sheets.

The rain washed over the soggy Steering campus in sheets; the storm sewers bogged and the out-of-state cars plowed through the streets like yachts in a squall.

I'm staying in a lovely hotel, dressing robe behind the door, lovely fluffy sheets - took me a half an hour getting my suitcase closed.

Both beds had extra-long sheets, a weird detail of college life. After college, sheets would immediately shorten to their normal length.

She loved rhubarb pie. She loved the morning sun. She loved drying the sheets on the clothesline, even in the dead of winter. She loved a good pot of jasmine tea. She loved orange rinds and gossip and peacock feathers. She loved plums." "Plums. Greengage plums?" "Yes, greengage plums.

The last ice age drew to a close approximately 20,000 years BP. Sea level at that time was about 120 meters lower than it is today, reflecting the great mass of water that had been withdrawn from the ocean to supply the demand for water in the continental ice sheets. As recent as 7,000 years BP, sea level was still approximately 20 meters lower than it is today. Recovery of climate from the last ice age

Then he imposed a set of new rules: nobody touch anything, especially not his toothbrush. (He had a longtime fear of being poisoned, one reason why he liked to eat at McDonald's—nobody knew he was coming and the food was safely premade.) Also, he would let housekeeping know when he wanted his sheets done, and he would strip his own bed.

Maybe you should get new sheets for Florida's kids, Jodi Baxter. Would you want someone else's old sheets for your kids?

newspapers that could see money haemorrhaging from their balance sheets could not afford to accept the costs of taking on the plutocracy's lawyers.

That milky splatter on the sheets makes him unbearably sad, and he wonders, not for the first time, whether the whole point of orgasm isn't, somehow, unbearable sadness.