Top 100 Quotes About The Bed
#1. Drake's eyes opened, and Ria felt her heart rate pick up. Gently, he removed her hand and backed off the bed to shed his jeans in record time. Commando. She couldn't help the grin that spread across her face.
He crooked an eyebrow at her. "I'm not going to be the only one naked here.
Chudney Thomas
#2. by. "And you want to have sex with me?" "No," she said in a sarcastic voice. "I thought I'd rip your shirt off and then force you onto the bed and make you watch while I fingered myself." Even
Jessica Clare
#3. Furniture!" bellowed the witch. "Tables, bathtub, the lot of you. It's time to go out in the world and seek your fortunes, if that's your hope." There was a crashing sound as all the furniture went and tried to hide under the bed, and the bed tried to hide under itself.
Gregory Maguire
#4. I was born with the devil in me. I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing..I was born with the evil one standing as my sponsor beside the bed where I was ushered into the world, and he has been with me since.
H. H. Holmes
#5. Dream takes you to skies and reality just to the bed.
M.F. Moonzajer
#6. There was no one there. Which is to say there was someone there. Miss Wintertowne lay upon the bed, but it would have puzzled philosophy to say now whether she were someone or no one at all.
Susanna Clarke
#7. I bet it's never happened to you.
She was right. But that was only because I'd been five years old when Grandpa had started my training. When I'd thought there were monsters under the bed, he taught me how to do a proper sweep to get rid of them.
Alyxandra Harvey
#8. There were moments ... when it seemed that all one could be asked was just to keep the ashtrays clean, the bed made, the wastebaskets emptied, as if one never got to the real things because of the constant exhausting battle to keep ordinary life from falling apart.
May Sarton
#9. Sitting aimlessly in bedrooms- often on the bed itself- is another characteristic feature of the English holidays. The meal was over and it was only twenty five past seven. 'The evening stretches before us,' Viola said gloomily.
Barbara Pym
#11. If you try to sleep on the floor I'll just get down there with you. Which will make you feel guilty and then you'll end up in the bed anyway. So just give in now and save yourself -- and me -- a headache.
Katie Reus
#12. Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week's time.
Libba Bray
#13. Three things happened in 1945. Daddy went missing, Annie started wetting the bed, and the Lester girl sang about Hitler in the middle of Sunday service.
Sarina Adeline
#14. I've always been curious about the monster that lives under your bed. Even at 30 years old you lean over the bed to see if there's something under there, potentially.
Matt Barr
#15. I couldn't take you. So the violin will have to do." He smiled and moved over to the violin case on the bed. "The next time you play, it will be at Loch Gaelkar.
Iris Johansen
#16. I got a little bit lost in the writing process: like, that moment in the 'Fight Song' music video where I'm throwing the crumpled paper on the bed, that was really true life. I was filling journals with different possibilities of lyrics for the first verse. And none of them felt right.
Rachel Platten
#17. I think about how much depends upon a best friend. Then you wake up in the morning you swing your legs out of bed and you put your feet on the ground and you stand up. You don't scoot to the edge of the bed and look down to make sure the floor is there. The floor is always there. Until it's not.
John Green
#18. They made love until Chris had to leave for the airport, without sleeping at all. After Chris had left, wearing wrinkled jeans and Xander's sweat and seed on his skin, Xander flopped back onto the bed and looked miserably at the clock.
Amy Lane
#19. In November, the earth is growing quiet. It is making its bed, a winter bed for flowers and small creatures. The bed is white and silent, and much life can hide beneath its blankets.
Cynthia Rylant
#20. If she could make this journey three times a week while seven-year-old Sierra was at school---then she could get through another long, dark night. She could face the empty place in the bed beside her, face the longing
Karen Kingsbury
#21. We could skip the mistletoe...."
Lilah was afraid if she let Sam Lawton kiss her, it might end up as a lot more. Her bed was up those stairs. Maybe they would make it to the bed.
Mary J. Williams
#22. Am I that man who lay upon the bed?" he cried, upon his knees.
Charles Dickens
#23. Other people imagined demons and monsters under the bed. Robert had actually seen them.
Kenneth Eade
#24. I lay on the bed and shut my eyes, thinking that nobody really likes marriage, that it's a flawed arrangement, that people get enthusiastic and jump in for a hundred reasons and then, after the ceremony, after a few years, the whole deal turns into a concert they wouldn't have dreamed of attending.
Frederick Barthelme
#25. Left-handers have more enthusiasm for life. They sleep on the wrong side of the bed, and their head gets more stagnant on that side.
Casey Stengel
#26. He sauntered over to the bed, his head cocked to the side. Do I even want to know why my brother was in your bedroom?
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#27. Sloane is sleeping. I sit down on the edge of the bed and listen to her breathing and then I match my breath to hers because if she's still here, so am I.
Courtney Summers
#28. There was a tattoo, in block letters, low on his pelvis. She sat up on the edge of the bed, her hands reaching behind to grab his ass and pull him closer, so she could read it. "You have got to be shitting me, THE END ZONE, really?"
Sarah Curtis
#29. On the bed, Eugenides stirred restlessly. "Upset at the sight of blood?" he said. "Not my wife, Ornon."
"Your blood," the ambassador pointed out.
Eugenides glanced at the hook on his arm and conceded the point. "Yes," he said. He seemed lost in memory. The room was quiet.
Megan Whalen Turner
#30. Colin was certain he would feel better once he had gotten some sleep. At one o-clock in the morning he was wishing he could close his eyes and die. By 3 oclock, he thought he had. Colin sprawled out on the bed, face down, with his arms spread wide. Oh yes, death would have been a treat.
Julie Garwood
#31. Why am I in Hell? It hurts. It hurts all the time. Why am I in Hell? I just want to go home and lie on the bed the way I used to. Please take me home.
Grant Morrison
#32. No people. You get close to them, and they die or disappear. You kiss them, just for fun, and they tie you to the bed and steal your creds. They're messy. Stupid. Foolish.
Delilah S. Dawson
#33. Michael was not himself. He lay on the bed of a stranger,
James Dashner
#34. Ugh - moral choice: couch or bed, couch or bed? The decision was taken out of my hands as Noah hooked a finger on my back belt loop and tugged me, backward, toward the bed. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me down alongside him.
Katie McGarry
#35. Love made me weak. I wished it would go away. Instead, it crushed me under its heel. I let Levvie push me back onto the bed. And when I heard her turn away, love made me beg.
"Please don't go. Don't leave me."
-Caleb
C.J. Roberts
#36. Be there for your children. Sit on the bed and enjoy the late-night talks - try to stay awake! Pray for the Lord to inspire you. Forgive often. Choose your battles. Testify frequently of Jesus Christ and His goodness and of the Restoration. And most of all, let them know of your trust in the Lord.
Bonnie D. Parkin
#37. Soon I'll finish this 5th of Puerto Rican rum. in the morning I'll vomit and shower, drive back in, have a sandwich by 1 p.m., be back in my room by 2, stretched on the bed, waiting for the phone to ring, not answering, my holiday is an evasion, mt reasoning is not.
Charles Bukowski
#38. And then I got to my feet and stumbled toward the door again. And got halfway there before I realized I was naked. Of course I am, I thought angrily, and went back to the bed for a sheet. God forbid I actually wake up dressed anymore.
Karen Chance
#39. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.
Charles Bukowski
#40. Now I have to lie on the bed for a few minutes and let the solitude gather round me once more.
Martin Amis
#41. Did you wake up on the stupid side of the bed this morning?
Tammy Blackwell
#42. He remembered the bed well, for he lay in a similar one about two years ago on a night he wished to forget. He had fed his desires that evening, and now its memories followed him like a starved feral cat.
Jason Huebinger
#43. Rather than answering me, he grabs his shirt from the bed and pulls it on. I bid goodbye to his abs as he buttons it up.
Laura Thalassa
#44. A bed unslept, and a woman unbedded. The bed is yours by right, but the woman, though she may come to you in time, never completely belongs to you. Yet the child is yours, for the child belongs not to who makes him but to he who takes him.
Robin Hobb
#45. Never walk near the bed; to a ghost your ankle is your most vulnerable part-once in bed, you're safe; he may lie around under the bed all night, but you're safe as daylight. If you still have doubts pull the blanket over your head.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#46. But in this life, he is dog. His life is ocean, stick, ball, sand, grass, ride in the truck, sleep by the bed, look deep into the eyes of humans, lure them outdoors, greet them with a burst of joy when they come home, love them. Fill this brief life with more. And more.
Jacqueline Sheehan
#47. The ones that landed near the bathroom are Bad Tolkien imitations or transcripts of a D&D adventure; bad Herbert, Heinlein, and Asimov are below the television; and these on the bed are the ones whose authors I want to hunt down personally and slap.
Sharyn McCrumb
#48. I wasn't expecting him to light candles or scatter rose petals. But I just made myself infertile for him, so the
least he could've done was make the bed.
Daria Snadowsky
#49. I put a row of toys on the bed. A brown-haired Barbie doll, then a Lego ambulance...then a gray Buckbeak the Hippogriff.
Emily Barr
#50. It triggered the same ache in both women. Without a word they left the tub and rolled onto the bed nearby.
Shane K.P. O'Neill
#51. A man who is locked in a room with nothing but a bed and a calendar, and the question is: How does he survive? The answer is: He eats dates from the calendar and drinks water from the springs of the bed.
Kurt Vonnegut
#53. Property, marriage, the law; as the bed to the river, so rule and convention to the instinct; and woe to him who tampers with the banks while the flood is flowing.
Samuel Butler
#54. Great snakes!" Penny says, snatching her hand away from me and jumping off the bed. "Fuck a nine-toed troll, Simon." She's shaking her hand, and there are tears in her eyes. "Stevie Nicks and Gracie Slick! Fuck!
Rainbow Rowell
#55. I have a basic indolence about me which is essential to writing ... It's thinking time, it's hanging-out time, it's daydreaming time. You know, it's lie-around-the-bed time, it's sitting-like-a-dope-in-your-chair time. And that seems to me essential to any work.
Grace Paley
#56. I believe in a higher power and I believe in good and bad, right and wrong. You sleep in the bed you make.
Leif Garrett
#57. Since I sleep fully clothed, I'm able to answer right away. By sleeping with your clothes on, you don't need to climb under the sheets. You don't need to disturb a perfectly made bed or even fold the bed back into the couch.
Adam Johnson
#58. The first touch of his mouth was gentle, light and sweet.
Fun fact, Jared put in, Ash wet the bed until he was five.
Kami spluttered out a laugh against Ash's lips.
Sarah Rees Brennan
#59. God save him, she smelled of a field of roses and tasted sweeter than port wine.
Drawing her hands over her mouth Charlotte gasped. "Hugh. How did we end up on the bed?"
"I think we must have floated," he whispered.
Amy Jarecki
#60. The housekeeper had been there that afternoon. I could always tell because the sheets on the bed would be tucked in so tight, trying to get them out was like wrestling an alligator.
Tiffanie DeBartolo
#61. There sitting in the middle of the bed with her pinky sticking out as she drank her tea like the damn queen of England, was my wife.
J.J. McAvoy
#62. The moon just crapped the bed.
Joe Teti
#63. The bed in which we spend a third of our lives functions as a kind of protective haven for the true self, the subconscious refuge from the assault of the external world. The bed becomes the restorative womb, where the imagination is nurtured while our resting bodies are safe.
Keith Donohue
#64. For us to have great and impressive increase, we need to do than just lying down and wishing for the best. We need to get off the bed, lay demands on ourselves and exert enough pressure, as much as necessary to get the kind increase we need
Sunday Adelaja
#66. He dropped his arms on the bed and peered over at Jenna.
She lay on her side facing him, hand tucked under her chin, not looking the least bit settled or relaxed.
"Whatchu need?"
"You." She spoke the word without and hesitation, any doubt, any seeming self-consciousness.
Laura Kaye
#67. He follows me and I take off my clothes as I'm going up the stairs, and when we get there, when he pushes me down on the bed, I'm not even thinking about him, but it doesn't matter because he doesn't know that. I'm good enough to make him believe that it's all about him.
Paula Hawkins
#68. Hopped up out the bed, turn my extrovert on, took a look in the mirror said "Oh my god, what's up dude! I haven't seen you in forever, how've you been?
William Randolph
#69. The ragged curtains were reaching out across the room and the foot of the bed was soaked with rain. She got up and closed the window to protect her from the storm outside. However, there was no protection from the storm that was always brewing in her mind.
Nancy B. Brewer
#70. My futon was a fancy one with armrests and everything. It was a pain in the ass to get open because it weighed a ton. I figured I'd make the bed when Luke got back. He'd probably be able to pull it out by glaring at it.
Kristen Ashley
#71. When I was very young, I used to clean up after my parents. If I stay in a hotel, I make the bed and clean the room when I get up, even the bathroom mirror, for which I carry a tiny bottle of ammonia.
Mark Helprin
#72. His face in my dreams,
seizing my guts,
he floods me with dread.
Soaked in soul,
he swims in my eyes
by the bed.
Pour myself over him,
moon spilling in
And I wake up alone.
Amy Winehouse
#73. You okay, sweetheart?" Daniel asked. He put the ice cream on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes worried. I looked at him, then down at our little baby. "Never better," I said.
Kristan Higgins
#74. Angie called pause again, rose from the bed, went to the window. She felt an elation, an unexpected sense of strength and inner unity.
William Gibson
#75. Mikhail stretched out on the bed, his head in her lap. "You are going to turn my well-ordered world upside down, are you not?"
She tunneled her fingers in his hair, enjoying the feel of its silky thickness against the bare skin of her hips and thighs. "I certainly intend to do my best.
Christine Feehan
#76. The wind picked up. The power went out. The windows rattled. I took an Ambien and curled into a ball and tried to hide from the dark and the wind in the bed that had been ours, the first bed I'd ever shared with someone who loved me and picked me and then changed his mind.
Lindy West
#77. Hey, little brother." Gabriel came back through the door and flopped on the bed, drawing his legs up to sit against the wall. "Girls are more likely to stay if you don't fight with them.
Brigid Kemmerer
#78. You prefer the bed on the opposite wall?"
"I prefer the bookshelf in the lower left corner of the room, and the ceiling fan not to be hanging over my head while I sleep."
"OCD?"
"Feng shui."
"Is it contagious?"
"Hardly anyone gets it.
Devon Monk
#79. Drive the women from the bed just as you drove them from the choir; a eunuch sings in Rome, and the priests masturbate.
Franz Grillparzer
#80. Our cellar home had a kitchen and a combination bedroom and half bath, which meant we had a sink next to the bed. We had no refrigerator, no shower or tub, and no privacy. My parents shared the bedroom with my sister and me.
Lou Holtz
#81. The cat jumps up on the bed and tries to get onto my head. It's his way of telling whether or not i'm dead. If i'm not, he wants to be scratched; if i am - he'll think of something
Margaret Atwood
#82. I expect we are all jealous of the women in their past, but how much less exciting if the women had not kept the bed warm.
Patrick White
#83. The moonlight made ghosts of the bed hangings, and cast a spectral pool about my feet
Susanna Kearsley
#84. The bed was warm and ordinary and perfect, and it had been such a long, long day. Probably the longest day of my life. I felt like I had proof that not all days are the same length, not all time has the same weight. Proof that there are worlds and worlds and worlds on top of worlds,
Carol Rifka Brunt
#85. When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.
Ernest Hemingway,
#86. Y'ever notice how you never seem to get laid on Thanksgiving? I think it's because all the coats are on the bed.
George Carlin
#87. Kolya threw his shoes under the bed and went to the window. There was a full moon, light green and ugly, in the sky. It seemed to be hiding behind the treetops, spying. Its light was soft and lifeless, and its rays were tremulous and mesmerizing, as they penetrated through the branches ...
Fyodor Sologub
#88. Be careful," Aidan called from the bed. "You don't know what he might do."
"We all know what you'd do, though, don't we?
Holly Black
#89. Valentine's Day money-saving tips: Break up on February 13th, get back together on the 15th. In place of bubble bath, use lavender-scented dish-washing liquid. Forget rose petals. Sprinkle the bed with sliced beets!
David Letterman
#91. Mphhh ... What did you say Tyler?' Anna-Louise mumbles on the bed above me.
I stand up, and a tame blue bird lands on my shoulder and tries to nibble my earlobe. I gently shake Anna-Louise fully awake. 'Anna-Louise, wake-up,' I say. 'Wake up
the world is alive.
Douglas Coupland
#92. We wrapped ourselves in towels and went back in, eating sandwiches on the bed while Kaidan made fun of the pop love ballads on Marna's playlist. Funny how he knew the words to so many of them.
Wendy Higgins
#93. Tonight , I leave the bathroom light on and double-check the lock on the front door. I rest in the middle of the bed again and make a few more snow angels. It is a fruitless exercise though, because when I am done moving my arms upward and downward, I end up in exactly the same place I started.
Julie Buxbaum
#94. As I finished the bed, thinking it looked surprisingly comfortable, a terrible black feeling came over me and I shuddered, aching at the sudden loneliness. I missed my new family.
Eliot Schrefer
#95. You have to tell him 'go toodles, Bits, go toodles for momma,'" I said, pitching my voice high in imitation, "or else he won't go." Blane looked at me. "I'm not doing that," he said flatly. "But then he'll go on the bed," I protested. "How about I just point my gun at him," he deadpanned.
Tiffany Snow
#96. Don't let your silly dreams fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall.
Jim James
#97. Fine. Stay. I don't care," I rolled onto my side and closed my eyes. "But don't think I'm going to share the bed!"
~Touching Smoke
Airicka Phoenix
#98. A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy.
Laurell K. Hamilton
#99. Vishous : Oh, shit ... you didn't rose-petal the bed, my lord. Tell me you didn't go like that ?
Rhage : He petaled the bed ? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! LOLOLOLOLOLO
J.R. Ward
#100. Regan's pulse was astonishing. It hammered at a speed too rapid to gauge. Across the bed, Merrin reached out calmly and with the end of his thumb traced the sign of the cross on Regan's vomit-covered chest. The words of his prayer were swallowed up in the poundings.
William Peter Blatty
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