Quotes About Pillow

I remember the bed and the crisp, yellowing sheets. I wondered how many people had slept in it. I marveled at how the pillow, like a small theater, had staged countless dreams.

Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.

For me sleep was difficult that night. My bed was lumpy with anger and my pillow a rock of intemperate umbrage.

She looked angelic in sleep, dark lashes resting against pale cheeks. Her blond hair was tousled and in disarray and spread out. Over his pillow. He frowned. She'd even stolen his pillow.

I knew I would be in the story somewhere, Eugenides interjected. Oh no, said Phresine, This was a humble servant. Ouch. Though very courageous. Not me, whispered Eugenides to his pillow.

When she was little and a bad dream woke her, Gran would advise her to change the channel by turning her pillow over. It worked every time.

The extremity of her sensitivity impressed a richly idle princely family, of her discomfort, bothered as she had to be by the absurd softness of the ample beddings, not to mention the pillow piles aggravating her much lamented acrophobic dis-ease. [from the poem, Princess and the Pea ]

Her head hit the pillow without argument and, poof, sleep.

The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.

I had this vivid dream and woke up and I wrote the 'MyPillow' logo all over the house.

When I was very small, maybe 8 years old, we had a big radio that stood on four legs, and it had a cross piece underneath it, and I used to take a pillow and crawl under the radio.

Stuart Would ya look at the size of that kid's head It's the size of a planetoid and it has it's own weather system Looks like an orange on a toothpick I'm not kidding, that boy's head is like Sputnik spherical but quite pointy at parts He'll be crying himself to sleep tonight, on his huge pillow.

Alas! for that accursed time They bore thee o'er the billow, From love to titled age and crime, And an unholy pillow! From me, and from our misty clime, Where weeps the silver willow!

Your pillow alone may be home to 40 million bed mites. (To them your head is just one large oily bon-bon). And don't think a clean pillow-case will make a difference... Indeed, if your pillow is six years old--which is apparently about the average age for a pillow--it has been estimated that one-tenth of its weight will be made up of sloughed skin, living mites, dead mites and mite dung.

If the mattress stains were anything to go by, a previous user had not so much suffered from incontinence as rejoiced in it. He had evidently included the pillow in his celebrations. I lifted it and sniffed it, then wished I hadn't.

If your pillow is six years old (apparently average age for a pillow) it has been estimated that one tenth of its weight will be made up of sloughed skin, living mites, dead mites and mite dung.

I turned to my own bunk and examined it with a kind of appalled fascination. If the mattress stains were anything to go by, a previous user had not so much suffered from incontinence as rejoiced in it. He had evidently included the pillow in his celebrations

No hay como compartir una almohada, eso aclara completamente las ideas; a veces hasta acaba con ellas, lo cual es una tranquilidad.

I don't have any superstitions, but what I always travel with is my pillow and my coffee.

While you're governing the colony and I'm writing political philosophy, They'll never guess that in the darkness of night we sneak into each other's room and play checkers and have pillow fights.

Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head

So, the MacGregors. Yeah. Jane nodded with a long sigh. The MacGregors. I don't get what the big deal is with them, Charlotte said. If you saw under their kilts, you would get what the big deal--- Annabelle tried to break in.

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A stranger, mute, through mists that curled, in beauty clad not of this world, came to her, leaned above her pillow; and in his glance was such a billow, of love and grief, that you'd infer all his compassion was for her.