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Bed Quotes (page 21)

Craig Ferguson quote: "Stand by your bed and salute me."
Stand by your bed and salute me. Craig Ferguson
Your pillow alone may be home to 40 million bed mites. (To them your head is just one large oily bon-bon). And don't think a clean pillow-case will make a difference... Indeed, if your pillow is six years old--which is apparently about the average age for a pillow--it has been estimated that one-tenth of its weight will be made up of sloughed skin, living mites, dead mites and mite dung. Bill Bryson
Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care. Sue Monk Kidd
John Steinbeck quote: "What the hell kind of bed you giving us, anyways? We don't..."
What the hell kind of bed you giving us, anyways? We don't want no pants rabbits. John Steinbeck
Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk."Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold sober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him. Diana Wynne Jones
Ludwig van Beethoven quote: "Applaud my friends, the comedy is over...[on his death bed]"
Applaud my friends, the comedy is over...[on his death bed] Ludwig van Beethoven
Carmelia Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing rosemary leaves on Pilar Ternera's bed when the shot rang out. Aureliano Jos had been destined to find with her the happiness that Amaranta had denied him, to have seven children, and to die in her arms of old age, but the bullet that entered his back and shattered his chest had been directed by a wrong interpretation of the cards. Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Loneliness watches and sights, then climbs into my bed and pulls the covers over... himself, fully dressed, shoes and all. He’s going to make me sleep with him again tonight, i just know it. Elizabeth Gilbert
In bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the past—sensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories. George Eliot
Don’t you, when strangers and friends come to call, straighten the cushions, kick the books under the bed and put away the letter you were writing? How many of us want any of us to see us as we really are? Isn’t the mirror hostile enough? Jeanette Winterson
...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed. Stanley Kunitz
Jerome K. Jerome quote: "I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of..."
I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me. Jerome K. Jerome
Always the eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, working or eating, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or in bed? no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull George Orwell
There are seven windows in the Queen's bedroom in the Citadel that is the center of the City that is on the lake island called the Hub in the middle of the world.Two of the seven windows face the tower stones and are dark; two overlook inner courtyards; two face the complex lanes that wind between the high, blank-faced mansions of the Protectorate; and the seventh, facing the steep Street of the Birdsellers and, beyond, a crack in the ring of the mountains across the lake, is always filled at... John Crowley
Lovely and unremarkable, the clutterof mugs and books, the almost-empty FigNewtons box, thick dishes in a bigtin tray, the knife still standing in the butter, change like the color of river waterin the delicate shift to day. Thin fogveils the hedges, where a neighbor dogmakes rounds. 'Go to bed. It doesn't matterabout the washing-up. Take this book along.'Whatever it was we said that night is gone, framed like a photograph nobody took. Stretched out on a camp cot with the book, I think that... Marilyn Hacker

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