Bed Frame Quotes

#1. I've got a business to run. Elmo's bringing over a new bed frame. Dora broke her's last night. That girl should be in a side show, not a whorehouse.

Ruta Sepetys

#2. A single bed with blood in it. Blood on the pillow and on the sheets and even on the enameled metal of the bed frame. Pink rags in a basin. Half-unrolled bandage on the floor. The nurse bustles over and grimaces at Werner. Outside of the kitchens, she is the only woman at the school.

Anthony Doerr

#3. I smelled the clean house
and the wood-frame bed. It was all filler. The noise, the sound, they existed
just to take up space. My muscles flexed into the emptiness I still called home.

Kevin Powers

#4. Do women in love feel as men do? Do men love as women love? His virgin bride shared her pipe-frame bed all smiles and laughter. When they were intimate to the last degree on that bed, did Lou's experience join his, did his experience match hers, during this moment and that moment?

Annie Dillard

#5. I think I liked you better when you were a raging idiot.

Alethea Kontis

#6. If life is a process of self-sustaining action, then this is the distinctly human mode of action and survival: to think--to produce--to meet the challenges of existence by a never-ending effort and inventiveness.

Ayn Rand

#7. I want to hear from people that SS501 is a group who tries hard every time.

Kim Hyun-joong

#8. Who can't relate to the idea of leaving one chapter behind and moving on to the next?

Mike Shinoda

#9. That which makes you different is actually the thing that makes you special.

Pharrell Williams

#10. We were created to live a life of prayer.

Billy Graham

#11. I knew I would do anything and everything for her, no questions asked. I couldn't really frame in my own head why that was, only that the moment I woke up in the Arizona cabin lying with her on that tiny bed, I had been hers.

Shay Savage

#12. They were gone. They'd come for her, but she'd missed them and she was never going to get home again.

When she finally turned toward the door to the apartment once more, she saw that Lucien had dragged himself from the bed. He was braced in the door frame, his dark skin bleached of color.

Kaitlyn O'Connor

#13. The cat, it is well to remember, remains the friend of man because it pleases him to do so and not because he must.

Carl Van Vechten

#14. So we went to bed, assaulted by sleep that fumed at us from medicine glasses, or was wielded from small sweet-coated tablets
dainty bricks of dream wrapped in the silk stockings of oblivion.

Janet Frame