Bed Quotes - Page 50

Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?

Let Wall Street have a nightmare and the whole country has to help them back to bed again.

At one time if you were a black writer you had to be one of the best writers in the world to be published. You had to be great. Now you can be good. Mediocre. And that's good.

Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead.

My Carmen," I said (I used to call her that sometimes) "we shall leave this raw sore town as soon as you get out of bed." "... Because, really," I continued, "there is no point in staying here." "There is no point in staying anywhere," said Lolita.

Home, more than anything, means warmth and bed.

It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to know where one is to sleep.

serious difficulties don't vanish by themselves, they are standing around your bed when you open the eyes the next morning.

Unquestioning obedience is for slaves, the uneducated and the pathetic.

I'm from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn. So, you grow up around police officers. Some of them are in your family, some of them you have encounters with. I had a young police officer we were friends with in our group.

When you feel your best, you're more confident in bed. It's not lights-out, under-the-covers sex. It's more like, "Take a look at this!"

When I was in bed with Marilyn Monroe, I was never sure before, during or after, where her mind was.

Get yourself in that intense state of being next to madness. Keep yourself in, not necessarily a frenzied state, but in a state of great intensity. The kind of state you would be in before going to bed with your partner. That heightened state when you're in a carnal embrace: time stops and nothing else matters. You should always write with an erection. Even if you're a woman.

Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it.

Growing up closes so many doors. The modern world doesn't allow for miracles, so we don't see them. It's a very precious gift, an open mind, but it's not passive. You've got to nurture it like a bed of roses; otherwise it will wither and die. Make sure you don't close off your mind to things you find strange. Sometimes they may be the only truth.

I hold it to be one of the distinguishing excellences of elective over hereditary successions that the talents which nature has provided in sufficient proportion, should be selected by the society for the govenment of their affairs, rather than that this should be be transmitted through the loins of knaves and fools passing from the debauches of the table to those of the bed.

Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

Sleep is a death, O make me try By sleeping, what it is to die, And as gently lay my head On my grave, as now my bed.

Whoever strives to withdraw from obedience, withdraws from grace.

When we are dead; rugs are no richer than a quick-thorn bed.

If my father could have sat up in bed and said goodbye, I'd have pressed the button. I wouldn't have been able to see for crying, but I would have considered that a duty.

I read the 'Old Testament' all the way through when I was about 13 and was horrified. A few months afterwards I read 'The Origin Of Species', hallucinating very mildly because I was in bed with flu at the time. Despite that, or because of that, it all made perfect sense.

Granny Weatherwaz was a witch. That was quite acceptable in the Ramtops, and no one had a bad word to say about witches. At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed.

A glacier rattles in the cupboard, the desert sighs in the bed, and the crack in the teacup opens a door to the land of the dead. The Maya call this Xibalba (Shibalba), the road to the dimension of the dead.

'Love Story' I wrote on my bedroom floor in about 20 minutes.