Top 1200 Bed Sheets Quotes & Sayings - Page 17

I fainted last night! Luckily I was going to bed at the time so I didn't get hurt.

Sometimes, an afternoon spent in bed with someone can be the most important thing in the universe.

Oh no, I never do much ironing, except the outside clothes. We must not iron out the fresh air and sunshine, you know. It is much more healthful not to, the doctors say.” Seriously, there is something very refreshing about sheets and pillow slips just fresh from the line, after being washed and dried in the sun and air. Just try them that way and see if your sleep is not sweeter.

Every day begins with an act of courage and hope: getting out of bed.

I think I am the Elizabeth Barrett of 2015. Not in terms of genius but in bed a lot.

Monday is great if I can spend it in bed. I'm a man of simple pleasures, really.

Most people spend their lives going to bed when they're not sleepy and getting up when they are!

You can see that the care he took defiling the beauty he had forced in them was as precise and clean as his good hands which at night had developed the negatives, floating the sheets in the correct acids and watching the faces and breasts and pubic triangles and sofas emerge. The making and destroying coming from the same source, same lust, same surgery his brain was capable of. (On New Orleans photographer E. J. Bellocq)

I think recent revelations about who's in what bed speak to the problems with what happened in the Gulf.

My idea of absolute happiness is to be in bed on a rainy day, with my blankie, my cat, and my dog.

He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end - Mac

Whether it is my shooting or going to bed on time. There are so many things you can do to be consistent.

I have a brass bed that's very 'Bedknobs and Broomsticks.' I got it on eBay. It's from the early 1900s.

I know people went to laugh at my bed and to jeer at it. Still, at least they actually went to see it.

I could not lose unless I was caught in bed with a dead girl or a live boy.

In Germany representatives of the Islamic communities try to hijack children who are born here, along with the entire Islamic community, to prevent them from being influenced by the society which has taken them in. Children born here are like blank sheets on which you can write European or Islamic texts. Muslim representatives want to raise their children as if they don't even live in Europe.

I hope that I am still racing at 50, as long as I can get out of bed.

The books housed in one's first adult bookshelf are the geological bed of who we wish to become

I go to bed really late - if I just sleep I won't have a life outside ballet.

What a place to be in is an old library! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians were reposing here as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade. I seem to inhale learning, walking amid their foliage; and the odor of their old moth-scented coverings is fragrant as the first bloom of the sciential apples which grew amid the happy orchard.

No one knew about the squirrel’s skull beneath Briony bed, but no one wanted to know.

I never get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day.

I'll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it.

Rather go to bed without dinner than to rise in debt.

I don't sleep well. I rehash everything in bed. The mind's still working.

When I'm too worn out or in pain, I lie in bed and write in my mind.

I don't think [Fifty Shades of Grey is] a model for anything. Except maybe in bed.

Every day we're told that we live in the greatest country on earth. And it's always stated as an undeniable fact: Leos are born between July 23 and August 22, fitted queen-size sheets measure sixty by eighty inches, and America is the greatest country on earth. Having grown up with this in our ears, it's startling to realize that other countries have nationalistic slogans of their own, none of which are 'We're number two!

Death is the twin of love and mother of us all, she struggles equally for men and women and never accepts differences of caste or class. It's death that quickens us and brings us forth on sheets of love, clasped between sleep and wakefulness and barely breathing for a spell, and thus my death shall be like everybody else's death, as majestic and as pathetic as a king or a beggar's, neither more nor less.

No civilized person ever goes to bed the same day he gets up.

Every woman over fifty should stay in bed until noon.

Nora: "How do you feel?" Nick: "Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober.

Nobody's life is a bed of roses. We all have crosses to bear and we all just do our best.

I love you Huey was the note I read, but there's a strange pair of shoes underneath the bed.

Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?

Fishing is such great fun, I have often felt, that it really ought to be done in bed

First of all, I love singing. I mean, I get out of bed and I sing. I can't help it.

I stay up really late, even if I'm not working; I don't go to bed early.

When I'm in bed with a woman, my favorite move is a wrestling hold called the lip lock

From the minute I wake up until I go to bed I think about food.

Look, if I'd wanted a lecture on the rights of man, I'd have gone to bed with Martin Luther.

When I was in bed with Marilyn Monroe, I was never sure before, during or after, where her mind was.

Addictions do come in handy sometimes: at least you have to get out of bed for them.

If you don't believe one person can make a difference, you have never been in bed with a mosquito.

I love men in bed when they are sleeping. But then they have to go and wake up

I feel as if one would only discover on one's death bed what one ought to have lived for

I want to do the basic things, like putting my daughter to bed. It's the sweetest thing.

Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

I asked my schoolmate Mary to write a letter to me. She was funny and full of life. She liked to run around her empty house without any clothes on, even once she was too old for that. Nothing embarrassed her. I admired that so much, because everything embarrassed me, and that hurt me. She loved to jump on her bed. She jumped on her bed for so many years that one afternoon, while I watched her jump, the seams burst. Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn’t someone, somewhere, laughing?

You know you're getting old when a four-letter word for something pleasurable to do in bed is r-e-a-d.

Three jolly huntsmen, In coats of red, Rode their horses Up to bed.

I love mysteries, and I read them every night before I go to bed.

Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and I their map, who lie Flat on this bed.

If life ever ceased to be an educational experience. I probably wouldn't get out of bed in the morning.

There is nothing wrong with going to bed with someone of your own sex.

It's more like I write multiple first drafts, handwritten. So with my first novel, I wrote whole drafts from different points of view. There are different versions of that novel in a drawer on loose-leaf sheets. I won't even look at the first draft while I'm writing the second, and I won't look at the second before writing the third.

My ideal evening is to have dinner with one person or a few persons, and then be in bed by 11.

I can remember years ago sitting on my bed and suddenly thinking, "I am God."

If you're unwell you can simply cuddle up in bed and tune into a thriller. It's the best remedy.