Quotes About Pillow

Journalism is about covering important stories. With a pillow, until they stop moving.

Im restin in the lead. I need a pillow and a cover.

No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

Won't I be showing?" Libby fretted, looking from Julie to Paige. "Looking like a pillow smuggler in my wedding dress wasn't part of the fantasy, ladies.

She was asleep, that blond hair swirled like butter on the pillow beneath her

Where is my human pillow? Where are my clothes? Why am I alone in this bed? Do I smell coffee? Do I have a headache because I drank too much tequila or because someone hit me over the head while I was sleeping when I got frisky?

Fear can keep you up all night, but faith makes one fine pillow.

abstraction , n . Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn't you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren't yours. It's not as if I can conjure you up completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead.

The troop dismounted near a window, and Jamie saw a beautiful face, on a pillow in a splendid bed. He saw the young lady lifted and carried away, while the stick which was dropped in her place on the bed took her exact form.

Snow was coming down thicker now. But while it was heavy, it was also gentle. Like feathers out of a broken pillow.

Only my pillow knows the amount of emotions I hide from the world.

midwife gave my mother a pillow to hold instead of me. My mother hugged it. She did not seem to notice a change had been made.

No less than GOD says she needs to put aside the sanity-producing magazine and pillow and start fucking her husband! Get over yourself and start fucking!

I would lay my cheeks gently against the comfortable cheeks of my pillow, as plump and blooming as the cheeks of babyhood.

What pillow can one have like a good conscience?

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.

The bridal bed was a sheepskin and there was a faded coverlet of striped cloth from the Yemen. For a pillow they stuffed a leather cushion with palm fibre.

I long for the day my Angel rests her head so delicately on her pillow. To watch my Angel sleep is to watch heaven in all it's splendor!

The girl sounded uncharacteristically bashful as she offered her gift. It was a small, hand-sewn pillow, with one word embroidered crookedly on its front. Loveawoo, it said.

small, hand-sewn pillow, with one word embroidered crookedly on its front. Loveawoo, it said.

Memory has ambushed her again, slamming down a wall between her and the present moment. Sometimes it comes in order, like a story, sometimes in flashes, like a series of snapshots. Sometimes it comes in a split second, cutting through the middle of another thought. It grabs her and won't let her pay attention to what is being said around her. Other times it just settles softly down on her like a pillow, cutting off air.

Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my heart, like i forgot i didn't live there anymore

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