[Y]ou, one day, will knock lips with Turkish-coffee-clad veils whose beds our kin must tuck in misty-eyed.
No quality imparts apparent strength to its possessors more effectively than faith. From hospital beds to battlefields, it is the iron that strengthens a man to confront his destiny.
Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it
You’re staring at my ass.” “Yes, I am.” It’s what he did in the mornings, when she woke up and spent the first hour lying around in bed.
The dangerous men were still asleep, their blades sheathed next to their beds. The really dangerous men had been up for hours, and their quills and ledgers were getting hard use.
And if I'm alone in bed, I will go to the window, look up at the sky, and feel certain that loneliness is a lie, because the Universe is there to keep me company.
And everybody dreams about vampires; we grow up dreaming about them. They're the first and worst monster that lives under everybody's bed.
Arianna, what's up?" "Is there a reason there's a blond boy jumping on your bed, or should I kill him?" "Don't bother," I growled. "I'll kill him myself.
I can read in bed all night long. I can watch movies all night long. And I can have sex for literally minutes.
My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window
Magda was reading a book by a Trappist, in a better mood, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed, fingering my useless map.
This is how most stories end in the hospital. Not with crash carts and sirens and electric shocks to the chest, but with an empty room, a crisp white bed, silence.
Never give a lousy person the opportunity to create lousy babies.
Leave it to a dude to roll in with your technique, but use a jackhammer instead of jeweler’s screwdrivers.
As long as they don’t harm the environment, pay taxes, and don't do it in my bed, it’s none of my business.
There's a sorrow and pain in everyone's life, but every now and then there's a ray of light that melts the loneliness in your heart and brings comfort like hot soup and a soft bed.
I’m trying to cover all my bases so I can be a complete baseball nonplayer. I’ve already not bought a bat, a glove, and a bed to sleep on.
Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.
I travel all over the world, usually 10 months out of the year. I stay at a lot of hotels, and the ones I like best are clean and not complicated. You go to bed and say, 'Wow, I feel comfortable.'
I hope you aren't planning to order me back to bed." "No, you have far too much crockery at your disposal.
I never know what I’m going to want to curl up in bed with.” I shrug. “How about a man?” she retorts.
