Bed Quotes - Page 18

Applaud my friends, the comedy is over... [on his death bed]

Even from my sick bed, even if you are going to lower me into the grave and I feel something is going wrong, I will get up.

I go to bed every night and the list of what I've accomplished is astounding.

Most volcanologists die in bed.

When our bed is made, it's covered in 40 pillows-like we're stockpiling ammo for the global pillow fight.

The Presidency is not a bed of roses.

To me, there's nothing on earth other than women. It's why I get out of bed every morning.

There are many ways to die in bed, but the best way is not alone.

When the heart is still disturbed by the relics of a passion it is proner to take up a new one than when wholly cured.

At least once a week, I try to have one day where I have nothing planned so I can get up and just go back to bed and lay around and recharge my batteries.

You don't see too many atheists on the deathbed. They all start cramming then.

Habits are like comfortable beds. They are easy to get into, but difficult to get out of.

I think I’m quite a lazy person, actually. If I’m not careful, I could just stay in bed all day.

Reading is like the sex act - done privately, and often in bed.

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

The courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.

After twenty annual visits, I am still surprised each time I return to see this giant asparagus bed of alabaster and rose and green skyscrapers.

Nicely done, brother," said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him.

The best way not to find the bed too cold is to go to bed colder than the bed is.

Disobedience to conscience makes conscience blind.

We are not obedient because we are blind, we are obedient because we can see.

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

I grew up in Venezuela, and when I was 14-years-old, my parents decided to sell everything and come to America. Five of us lived in a two bedroom house. It wasn't a sad truth, it was just the way it was [at the time]. That feeling is so universal for every immigrant.

What were all the world's alarms To mighty Paris when he found Sleep upon a golden bed That first dawn in Helen's arms?

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed.