Quotes About Pillow

You love me? Like summer loves short nights. Get a checkup, then. Only cure I need is you. I'm serious about this, Chuck. Only doctor I need is Dr. Crystal Bell. Now come here . . . And then there is silence, so I put the pillow over my head because when they stop talking, I know what that means. Uggghh!

I am dreaming, I thought, and should go straight to my bed and hide under its pillow, for, like quills, dreams can mark you, dreams can stripe your back.

I woke up the next afternoon cotton-mouthed with a splitting, and I do mean splitting, headache. When I raised my head, I half expected to leave large chunks of it on my pillow, like a broken melon. Sorry. It was a really bad headache.

The dust shall never be thy bed: A pillow for thee will I bring, Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

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

I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered with the vital oolong. I clutched at it like a drowning man at a straw hat.

Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.

I heard the teardrop hit my pillow before I even knew I was crying.

Next morning, his nose still in the dreambag of a deep pillow contributed to his otherwise austere bed by sweet Blanche (with whom, by the parlour-game rules of sleep, he had been holding hands in a heart-breaking nightmare– or perhaps it was just her cheap perfume), the boy was at once aware of the happiness knocking to be let in. He deliberately endeavored to prolong the glow of its incognito by dwelling on the last vestiges of jasmine and tears in a silly dream...

My husband and son are at the movies, and the hellhounds, appropriately named Duvel (Duch/Belgian dialect for ''devil'') and Hexe (German for ''witch''), are in the backyard for the evening. Only the cat, Vegas (I know, right? Totally doesn't fit the theme, but she came with the name) is running around the house, She gives the newcomers a bored look before heading to the bedroom to get white fur all over my pillow. What grows on Vegas does not stay on Vegas.

He downed the shot and it hit him like a pillow fight. He felt gently bashed and full of wonder.

Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. During the waning moon, I cradle Homer's 'Odyssey' as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

The book she had been reading was under her pillow, pressing its cover against her ear as if to lure her back into its printed pages.

At first, she bucked like a wild stag beneath me, and she tried to scream, but the pillow did a good job of muffling her voice.  Before long, the bucking stopped, and my wife's corpse, blue without oxygen, appeared below me like a hideous phantom.

I have an orthopedic pillow that's made out of a sponge material. I have a plate in my throat, and I have to be careful or I could end up with a bad neck in the morning. That pillow is a must everywhere I go.

I pressed my face into my pillow and squelched some extracolorful words. Way to go, ace — have embarrassing personal thoughts while you're two feet from a mind reader.

She left two mermaid tears, crystals with a bit of salt embedded in them, on his pillow.

Her voice would remain cool and soft like a pillow to lay your head on after a hard day

Judge of my chagrin and all that sort of thing, therefore, when, tottering to my room and switching on the light, I observed the foul features of young Bingo all over the pillow.

I'm a childish fellow," responded Silenus with his satyr's smile. "Ambassador"—he nodded toward the Consul—"could I borrow that gilded pillow you're wearing for a hat?" The

Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow. When I woke up, my pillow was gone.

Last night I dreamed I ate a ten-pound marshmallow, and when I woke up the pillow was gone.

I had a dream last night, I was eating a ten pound marshmallow. I woke up this morning and the pillow was gone.

out in the wide readership,his younger brother was kicking an ice bucket in the woods behind the Marriott, his younger brother who was missing that part of the brain that allows you to make out with your pillow. Poor kid.