Cold Pillow Quotes

#1. Like I'm listening to a garden seashell for the echo of her take-no-prisoners affection, I lay my head against Mom's cold pillow.

Rodney Ross

#2. I brewed potions in a vain search for life everlasting, I read books, I sang songs of history, And today I've come home to Cold Mountain To pillow my head on the stream and wash my ears.

Hanshan

#3. When I wake up, my pillow's cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

Haruki Murakami

#4. He was seemingly born not only with a gift for language, but with a particularly nasty clock which makes him go crazy every three years or so.

Kurt Vonnegut

#5. 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

#6. There was a single
golden hair on the pillow, curled in on itself as if asleep. Simon
picked it up carefully, then lay down still holding it, his head in its
place. The bed was cold, but it still smelled warm, like Matt.

J.L. Merrow

#7. Please." His voice was quiet. "I can't stand the thought of losing you. What can I do?

R.K. Lilley

#8. The world invited me many places.

Leon Wieseltier

#9. Grace: I picked up my sweater from the floor and crawled back into bed. Shoving my pillow aside, I balled up the sweater to use instead.
I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.
It was almost like he was there.

Maggie Stiefvater

#10. I'm not brave,' Ava replied huskily. 'If you only knew how afraid I really am. Sometimes I think I am afraid of everything.' 'But isn't that what being brave is all about? Being afraid, but doing it anyway?

Kate Forsyth

#11. Shadow brushed his teeth and washed his face in the cold water of the little bathroom, and then walked back down the hall to the sitting room, turned out the light, and was asleep before his head touched the pillow.

Neil Gaiman

#12. Alexandra, my eldest, here, plays the piano, or reads or sews; Adelaida paints landscapes and portraits (but never finishes any); and Aglaya sits and does nothing. I don't work too much, either.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky