Quotes About Snoring

I couldn't see him but I could hear him snoring softly, humming, like a little airplane lost in the clouds.

The neighbors have doped her with shots of brandy, and when I saw her, she had collapsed onto the sofa and was snoring like a boar and letting off farts that pierced bullet holes through the upholstery.

I don't snore." He nodded with a wide grin. "It's a quiet peaceful kind of snoring. Like a small cuddly Tasmanian devil. Kind of cute when sleeping, all claws and teeth when awake. "You snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep.

I really love the sound of my dog snoring.

Every night was a somber, adults-only slumber party - no giggles or whispers, just lots of coughing and farting and snoring and groaning, the sounds and smells of too many stressed-out of people packed into too small a place.

his snores sounded like ducks mating.

The next thing she knew, he was shaking her gently by the shoulder. "Eve." "What!" Her eyes popped open. "I wasn't sleeping. I was thinking." "Yes, I could hear you thinking." "If that's some smart-ass way of saying I was snoring, bite me.

A marriage is always made up of two people who are prepared to swear that only the other one snores.

It's the wedding day!' I whispered. He murmured my name in a pleased sort of way but he didn't wake up properly. I tried a few wriggles and nudges to see if that would help but he started gently snoring. I felt too fidgety and nervous and excited to stay cuddled up for long. I

My specialties are corpses, unconscious people and people snoring in spectacular epics.

Alison was snoring gently, and I was thinking about what would happen if I pinched her nose. And covered her mouth. The head is so full of holes, and the ear, nose and throat are supposedly connected; you would wonder why it isn't possible to breathe through your ears.

I had a heady dream of loving her, as if she were an actress on a stage of my own making; and as the night wore on, my imaginings wandered into make-believe, and died beyond the tent of the mosquito net, where Vincent was snoring, and the African stars were shining in through our lone window, and nothing was quite real.

I'm not going to be able to sleep a wink tonight. I hate shelters. People coughing and snoring and hacking up who-knows-what. It's a nightmare. But I do have clean teeth.

To his amazement, he could already hear Henry snoring in the backseat. That guy could fall asleep on a car trip to the mailbox.

Late-night TV and snoring side by side into the millennium. Till death us do part. Anniversary darling? What's wrong with that?

I'm against the death penalty. I believe that it is a mistake to show that killing people is wrong by killing people. However I'm not against the random killing of people who snore.

Marlinspike goes down to the kitchen, to grow stout and live out his beastly nature. There is a summer ahead, though he cannot imagine its pleasures; sometimes when he's walking in the garden he sees him, a half-grown cat, lolling watchful in an apple tree, or snoring on a wall in the sun.

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring; went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning.

caps left off toothpaste tubes, snoring, and other annoying minutiae of daily cohabitation.

To his amazement, he could already hear Henry snoring in the backseat. That guy could fall asleep on a car trip to the mailbox.

Then all was quiet save only for the low voices of those that talked together, ... , and saving, also, for the mellow snoring of Friar Tuck, who enjoyed his sleep with a noise as of one sawing soft wood very slowly.

Grampa pulled off his lucky hat and sank into the recliner. Before long, he was snoring like a rusty hymn. 'Zzzzzz . . .' Uncle Leonard tossed Ray over one shoulder and hauled him into the kitchen, where the smell of frying bacon filled the air. 'Any fish today?" Aunt Wilhelmina asked. 'Yes, ma'am," Ray said, 'but that's not all we caught.' Uncle Leonard sat Ray down. 'What else was there?" 'Something bigger' is all that Ray would say.

At that moment she heard from the room beyond the terrifying noises by means of which primitive man once warned away the creatures skulking near his cave at night. She crept closer to the door and listened. It was true. Mr. Demowery was snoring.

He didn't see anything. She rolled to her feet. I was in your bed! We could have scarred him for life! Grace, we weren't doing anything. Well, I wasn't. You were snoring. I don't-- She smoothed her dress down and searched out her sandals, shoving her feet into them. She glanced at herself in the mirror over his dresser and groaned. Hair, wild. Lips, swollen. Face, flushed. Nipples, hard. Dammit! She clapped her hands over them. It's like they're broken!