When you avoid going to bed early because you know that if you go, those memories will again make your pillow wet and your eyes swollen.
I can take care of a house, and some people I meet, I think, 'You don't even know how to make a bed.'
You bloody want me. You can deny it if that helps you sleep better at night, but you're going to end up in my bed sooner or later. Want it or not.
I welcome monsters into my bed and set a place for them at breakfast, leave sugar out for their coffee goddamn I’ve always been so good at loving monsters
We are like oil and vinegar most of the time. But when you shake us up real good, the combination is heavenly.~ Anna Segee, The Stranger in Her Bed
Back in our apartment, lights out, The Professor emerged from beneath the bed." - from "The Professor Spends the Night," in issue 4 of Literary Orphans
Karena gue pengen punya istri yang mau tidur sama gue di karpet, sampe bisa beli spring bed, dan tetep setia meski suatu saat terpaksa balik lagi ke karpet.
She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from teh fact that her little bed was very white.
It was character that got us out of bed, commitment that moved us into action, and discipline that enabled us to follow through.
I used to write in bed, starting when I woke up. I believe that creative work comes from our subconscious mind, so I try to keep the gap between sleep and writing as minimal as possible.
There are a whole bunch of roles where people say, 'Oh, you're playing yourself.' I guess it's kind of a compliment. Or people say, 'Oh, man, you just roll out of bed and do that.' The work is to make it look effortless. That's the hard part.
Discretion is a virtue. A woman's reputation directly influences her social status. This is why women are easier to get into bed when they are on vacation——they are more likely to indulge in an adventure that they trust holds no social consequenc...
I tried to imagine what it would be like if Constantin were my husband. It would mean getting up at seven and cooking him eggs and bacon and toast and coffee and dawdling about in my nightgown and curlers after he'd left for work to wash up the dirty...
Yes Yes when God created love he didn't help most when God created dogs He didn't help dogs when God created plants that was average when God created hate we had a standard utility when God created me He created me when God created the monkey He was ...
Bran knew that men slept on top of women when they shared a bed. Sleeping under Lord Manderly would be like sleeping under a fallen horse, he imagined.
And there he lay in his bed, a broken man, worn out by a way of life which had been thrust upon him because of the antics of a wayward pig.
She wouldn't climb out of the bed for her sister, but she had climbed into a crater. She wouldn't cross a room, but she had crossed a continent.
I had my own bed. I slept in it alone, except for those times when we needed—not sex—but sex was how we got there.
It is far more painful to awake from a beautiful slumber and – in that brief period when the continuity of life is still lost to you – to reach across the bed for a hand that is not there.
A double bed can seem awfully small if your'e sharing it with someone you don't love." -Misia ― Coco Chanel & Igor Stravinsky
And of course it has nothing to do with the fact that I haven't been with a women since I came to your bed back in February-Devlin.
