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Last updated on October 24, 2024.
It took a little while to get used to falling asleep without laying down on a bed or having a pillow.
I did see the Yahoo Sports story Kevin Iole wrote about how the ratings for TUF go up when there's a women's fight in the episode. I can't lie: it felt really good to see that the UFC fans - not only MMA fans but fans of the UFC who maybe hadn't seen any female fights before February of this year - look forward to watching the women fights so much.
You know, last night it was so cold that my pillow and my sheets fought to see who got under the blankets first. — © Red Skelton
You know, last night it was so cold that my pillow and my sheets fought to see who got under the blankets first.
I found olive oil and grated cheese all over my bed. I picked up my comforter, and it was on my sheets, my pillow.
When a woman dresses up for an occasion, the man should become the black velvet pillow for the jewel.
When you go through a trial, the sovereignty of God is the pillow upon which you lay your head.
History does nothing, possesses no enormous wealth, fights no battles. It is rather man, the real, living man, who does everything, possesses, fights. It is not History, as if she were a person apart, who uses men as a means to work out her purposes, but history itself is nothing but the activity of men pursuing their purposes.
A lot of male cinematographers stick a pillow to their stomachs so they have somewhere to rest their elbows while shooting.
You should be falling asleep before your head hits the pillow because you worked so hard every moment of the day.
Believing in the Tooth Fairy is easier than trying to figure out how else the money gets under your pillow.
It's all well and good to turn in a beautiful poetic phrase that ends up on a pillow but I want there to be a visceral response to what I write.
Politics is like waking up in the morning. You never know whose head you'll find on the pillow.
Today Obama was seen leaving the White House in a nurse's uniform on a flight to Cuba to smother Castro with a pillow. — © Bill Maher
Today Obama was seen leaving the White House in a nurse's uniform on a flight to Cuba to smother Castro with a pillow.
Then I went to bed and cried into my pillow. I wasn't sad, not at all. It was just so beautiful to have an intense feeling and the right words at the same time. What are we but our stories?
From the moment we wake up each morning to the time we hit the pillow at night, we hear what people have to say, but are we really listening?
When tough times come, it is particularly important to offset them with much gentle softness. Be a pillow.
Thank you for sneaking your transistor under the pillow as you grew up loving the Tigers. God has a new adventure for me.
I got messed up between my fight with Ken Norton and my fight with Larry Holmes; I got messed up with alcohol. I needed at least a year more experience, with three or four more fights before I fought Holmes. But I couldn't get any fights. Don King had all the contenders, and unless I signed myself over to him, I couldn't get a fight.
Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.
SUCCESS is being able to come home, lay your head on the pillow and SLEEP in PEACE.
But the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is certainly that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps deeply, sweetly, in the silence of the lambs.
What I do notice is, man, I sleep hard. When my head hits the pillow at night, it feels like five o'clock rolls around real quick.
Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.
I have a cat, the pet that ranks just above a throw pillow in terms of required responsibility.
Father, help us to rest our heads on the soft pillow of Your providence.
Weariness can snore upon the flint when resting sloth finds the down pillow hard.
If I ever meet with the man who fulfills my ideal, I shall make it a condition of the marriage settlement, that I am to have chocolate under the pillow.
Don't fight with the pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.
He is one of those who has had the wilderness for a pillow, and called a star his brother. Alone. But loneliness can be a communion.
I turned on the pillow with a little moan, and at this juncture Jeeves entered with the vital oolong. I clutched at it like a drowning man at a straw hat.
Last night I dreamt I ate a ten pound marshmallow. When I woke up the pillow was gone.
How soon are we broken on the soft pillow of ease! Adam in paradise was overcome, when Job on the dunghill was a conqueror.
I used to sleep with the phone right by my pillow but I'm getting better. Now it sits on the table a few feet away.
When our bed is made, it's covered in 40 pillows-like we're stockpiling ammo for the global pillow fight.
I never placed my head upon the pillow at night without reminding myself that my success might only be temporary.
For God is wholly present in all creation, in every corner, he is behind you and before you. Do you think he is sleeping on a pillow in heaven? He is watching over you and protecting you.
Before a long-haul flight, buy yourself a cheap, big, comfortable pillow. It makes a huge difference.
Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples. — © Cassandra Clare
Oh, God, the lovebirds,” Magnus said, pulling the pillow off his face. “I hate happy couples.
-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.
Luxury lives in the finer details. It's a cloth napkin at a dinner table. It's a mint on your pillow before bed.
Every night that I put my head on the pillow, I go to sleep knowing that I can do more. I'm working toward perfection. I'm trying to be the best ever.
What's with this weird hotel custom of leaving a piece of chocolate on the pillow? I awoke thinking my brain had hemorrhaged some sort of fecal matter.
The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.
What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
I have a 'pillow test' - can I go to bed tonight knowing that I did my best today? If I can, I'm happy.
When I lay my head on the pillow at night I can say I was a decent person today. That's when I feel beautiful.
You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.
Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow. — © Martin Farquhar Tupper
Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.
What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.
But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.
Two conditions that warrant someone's unconditional devotion: 1. Save their life 2. Help them move a pillow top mattress
A husband is a man who two minutes after his head touches the pillow is snoring like an overloaded omnibus.
Screwed-up people settle fights through violence. Screwed-up people start wars that could kill millions. Normal people settle fights through cookies, cakes, and pies. Normal people are fat.
With coarse rice to eat, with water to drink, and my bent arm for a pillow - I have still joy in the midst of all these things.
How do I ask my shrink to stop responding to everything I say with, Too much information! and then giggling behind a pillow?
I actually had a dream, which I believe is right from God, about My Pillow.
It's strange to see people you don't know well in the morning, with sleepy eyes and pillow creases in their cheeks
The woman who fights against her father still has the possibility of leading an instinctive, feminine existence, because she rejects only what is alien to her. But when she fights against the mother she may, at the risk of injury to her instincts, attain to greater consciousness, because in repudiating the mother she repudiates all that is obscure, instinctive, ambiguous, and unconscious in her own nature.
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
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