Browsing Topic Best Bed Quotes

You’ve got to get up every morning with determination if you’re going to go to bed with satisfaction.

The other night I was lying in bed, looking up at the stars, and I wondered, ‘Where the hell is my roof?

If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.

What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.

Today is a brand new day. A day of change, of promise, of creativity, of kindness, and of love. I’m going back to bed.

To read in bed is to draw around us invisible, noiseless curtains. Then at last we are in a room of our own and are ready to burrow back, back to that private life of the imagination we all led as a child and to whose secret satisfactions so many of us have mislaid the key.

No kid should be getting three or four hours of homework a night. There’s no breathing time, there’s no family time, there are just extracurriculars and homework and then go to bed.

Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

I was laying in bed one night and I thought ‘I’ll just quit – to hell with it.’ And another little voice inside me said ‘Don’t quit – save that tiny little ember of spark.’ And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.

Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook… I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to ascertain his feelings for Harriet. I don’t think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done.

April Rain It is not raining rain to me, It’s raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on the hills. The clouds of gray engulf the day And overwhelm the town; It is not raining rain to me, It’s raining roses down. It is not raining rain to me, But fields of clover bloom, Where any buccaneering bee May find a bed and room. A health unto the happy! A fig for him who frets!- It is not raining rain to me, It’s raining violets.

Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time, ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch, behind granite and lime. They watch you at your hearth, they watch you in your bed speak not a whispered word of them or they’ll send the Talon for your head.

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

I wake up, eat, make a beat. Play Xbox, make another beat and go to bed. Occasionally do something. I rarely party.

two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes

When she was fifteen if you’d told her that when she was twenty she’d be going to bed with bald-headed men and liking it, she would have thought you very abstract.

Half the joys and half the sorrows of this world are discovered in bed.

To my embarrassment I was born in bed with a lady.

You can’t even sing or play an instrument, so you just scream instead. You’re living for an image, so you got five hundred women in your bed.

Made my bed and here I lie, try to hold my head up high. Lying to myself sometimes, bad decisions but I, I won’t cry.

A man of sixty has spent twenty years in bed and over three years in eating.

When a man is ill,he has only one wish -to gain health,and when he does -then come a hundred wishes and he turns even unhappier than when he was lying sick in bed

It’s a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it’s light out.

When we got off the streetcar at Times Square, it was somewhat of a letdown. Newspapers were blowing about the road and pavement, and Broadway looked seedy, like a slovenly woman just out of bed.

Never lie in bed at night asking yourself questions you can’t answer.

There are people who go to bed hungry, and that is unconscionable.

I am not young but I feel young. The day I feel old, I will go to bed and stay there. J’aime la vie! I feel that to live is a wonderful thing.

I can’t imagine living in a house without a couple of dogs. If I ever got out of bed at night and didn’t have to step over a Labrador or two or three, or move one off the covers so I could turn over, my nights would be more restless and the demons that wait in the dark for me would be less easily fended.

The amount of relief and comfort experienced by the sick after the skin has been carefully washed and dried, is one of the commonest observations made at a sick bed.

You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.

There is no such thing as a bed of roses all your life.

I always wondered about that woman who had that face transplant. If you went to bed with her, would that technically count as a threesome?

I am opposed to writing about the private lives of living authors and psychoanalyzing them while they are alive. Criticism is getting all mixed up with a combination of the Junior FBI-men, discards from Freud and Jung and a sort of Columnist peep-hole and missing laundry list school. … Every young English professor sees gold in them dirty sheets now. Imagine what they can do with the soiled sheets of four legal beds by the same writer and you can see why their tongues are slavering.

So I’ve started wearing sweatpants to bed because I really don’t need Santa seeing me in my underwear.

With me it is exceptionally true that the Presidency is no bed of roses.