Bed Quotes
Don't wait for people to dress your bed for you, do it yourself and you'll be glad to sleep and feel relaxed.
I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.
My maid never sweeps under the bed so I asked her to do so today. Found a pen, three pairs of shoes and the man I had lost two years ago.
Childish certainty that nothing could get him while under the covers wasn't much comfort, but it was a start.
The more silent you are at bed during times of crisis, the more are the chances of an amicable, dignified and a not so counterproductive interchange of romantic exuberance.
It's the time to run away an' hide under the bed, an' hope the world's still in one piece when you come out again.
Mmmm… stay.” Her voice was barely audible, as she grazed her lips against mine and her head fell back against the pillow into a deep sleep.
Comfort zone has the most comfortable bed in life where dreams become alive in your mind but never become a reality because you never get up from bed to make it happen.
Stay in your bed as long as you want. Your money just left for work.
Gone are the days when women were attracted by a man's hansomeness. Today, we are talking about cash, and your compromise to become a tiger in bed.
My body weeps to livewhen you make me believe that someday I will be deadsoul sleepless in graveyard's bed
I slept cause she cheated. She slept cause I cheated! WTF! We Need? Let's buy a loyal bed.
Besides what endless brawls by wives are bred, The curtain lecture makes a mournful bed.
(Personally, I have avoided many fights by going to bed angry and waking up to realize that I'd just been tired.)
Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled
It takes grace to stop working and go to bed. When in bed, more grace is needed to rise up and begin work again.
Creativity is when a stupid clever soul gets up from bed and does amazing things that makes the world think he is wise.
Creativity is when a stupid clever soul gets up from bed and do amazing things that makes the world think he is wise.
I sleep and sleep and sleep, yet I still have an unquenchable thirst for it.
Water in, water out until there is no water to run and the riverbed runs dry. That's life
The imagination of the genius vastly surpasses his intellect
In between waking up from bed in the morning and going back in the evening, let something happen. God will bless that “something” for you.
This is the day the Lord himself has made! Do something on it before it begins to fade! Do something you have said! Do it before it's time for bed!
Like a gift, beautifully wrapped at the foot of your bed each morning, today asks that you open it and enjoy everything inside. Exhaust yourself with all it has to offer!
An indoor man eats nothing, except that which is prepared and served by his mother with lots of insults, an outdoor man eats that which he buys, prepares, served and eaten with lots of respect.
If on thoughts of death we are fed, Thus, a coffin, became my bed.
Do something. Successful achievers wake up in the morning and go to bed in the night. In between their waking up and going to bed is occupied with action, action, action and action.
Ode to the Chamber...linger here amidst the chamberin which we embrace our lovetalk to me of sonnetsand call me turtledove...
If I had a wish, I would turn you to a pair of shoes to keep you under my feet and you get an opportunity to be under the bed too.
true humility is when you can surprise yourself more than others
On gray days, when it's snowing or raining, I think you should be able to call up a judge and take an oath that you'll just read a good book all day, and he'd allow you to stay home.
A good wife keeps you happy in bed, but a better wife keeps you happier even out of the bed.
If we were rational creatures we would never get out of bed or live or love.
Some dark Presence watching by my bed, The awful image of a nameless dread ―
A stranger sleeps next to me, like a stone beside another stone.
Every time my head hit the pillow, I wondered why I had ever left my bed in the first place.
We are also creatures of romance. Books love to portray us as the mysterious visitor in the night that you invite into your bedroom and then your bed.
We are all a collection of lost causes, stashed here so no one has to see just how wounded we are.