Quotes About Bedsheets

#1. The heat made people crazy. They woke from their damp bedsheets and went in search of a glass of water, surprised to find that when their vision cleared, they were holding instead the gun they kept hidden in the bookcase.

Kristin Hannah

#2. As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".

Julia Quinn

#3. Over the years she had learned to fold down rising emotion just as she would fold the clean bedsheets, the sheet growing smaller and tighter with each pass until all that remained of that wide wrinkled expanse of cotton was a hard closed-in square.

Tara Conklin

#4. And so the Afternoon Weekday Date Scorecard went like this: gay boys, 3. Bedsheets, below zero. Vatican-enforced check on virginity, 10. Sometimes life just plain sucked beyond the suckiest of suckage. And I was out of clean bedsheets, too.

Hayden Thorne

#5. The world is a palace without bedsheets

Suchet Chaturvedi

#6. I used to arch my back for boys who couldn't even remember the color of my bedsheets.
But you, however, made me turnover the arch on my mouth.

Sade Andria Zabala

#7. His stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes
grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love
they seduced her every time ... but not tonight.

Jake Vander Ark

#8. I slept and saw God's forge in frost. Its hearth was quelled, and as it cooled so swooned the verdancy it kept above. In slumber it grew a thick winter skin, white as bedsheets. In their folds the waker dreamt, her breath as steam, her touch as hot as iron, forgotten in the fire.

Andrew Hussie

#9. Back the, my life was mostly pieces-tire swings and lemonade, dogwood petals drifting down and going brown in the grass. Cotton dresses, bedsheets flapping on the line. An acre of front porch. A year of hopscotch rhymes.

Brenna Yovanoff

#10. He'd left me for a time. He'd doubted me, but now he was mine again and I wanted to keep him here in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets until I'd quieted every last voice and we were only right again.

Paula McLain

#11. He's looking at the wall and at the floor and at the bedsheets and at the way his knuckles look when he clenches his fist but no not at me he won't look at me and his next words are so, so soft.
Because they're dead, love. They're all dead.

Tahereh Mafi

#12. It is just my imagination that flies,
While she is wrapped up in her bedsheets
like a nest.

Kiera Woodhull

#13. If I let myself sink into depression, I won't be able to get out. And then I'll be awfully unhappy. I just have to turn my face to the light and walk on. And trust that things will be all right.

Marianne Faithfull

#14. Our love would be solace, companionship, and the mending of wounds.

Amy Tan

#15. Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?

Ovid

#16. I think we all depend on a significant other, and we think if they leave me, I'll die. But that's not true. We're all much stronger than we think we are.

Katharine McPhee

#17. It's the vision of the composer that we have to determine, and not the absolute mathematical adherence of the score. In my experience, there have been occasions where I feel that a composer has not notated something as they meant to have it represented.

Marc-Andre Hamelin

#18. He stood for twenty minutes in the bedding aisle at Target, trying to choose a manly sheet set, then picked the ones with a violet pattern, because he liked violets and who else was ever going to see his sheets, anyway?

Rainbow Rowell

#19. I admire writers who can remain objective and distanced, but that doesn't seem to be in my toolbox, somehow.

Gail Simone

#20. If the truth is told, the youth can grow
Then learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more learn more, change the globe

Nas

#21. You have to attack to get corners, no? Winning by scoring strategic goals doesn't bother me - it's part of the game.

Diego Simeone

#22. My only answer is, if my grave stood open on one side and you upon the other I'd go into my grave before I would take one step to meet you.

Louisa May Alcott

#23. You journalists bulldoze life's mysteries, ignorant of what you're so ruthlessly turning up.

Marisha Pessl