Best 1296 quotes in «bed quotes» category

I've never laughed a woman into bed, but I've laughed one out of bed many times.

I've never stayed at a bed and breakfast. If I did, I figure you would start to get hungry! "Is that all you got around here? Well, maybe you can direct me to a chair lunch dinner.

I wake up at 5 a.m. every day and go to bed early.

I wanna be drunk when I wake up, on the right side of the wrong bed.

I walk so fast, I talk so fast, I could turn the light off and be in bed before the room's dark.

I wanted to be rid of him," he says. He raises my chin with his thumb. "But not if it meant being rid of you. I climbed in beside you, and you put your head in my lap. You can't think I would have left you like that." "Look what it got you," I say. "Tea in bed and you here in front of me," he says. "It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

I wanted to quit and to do this forever, sleep in a bed and in a tent, see what was over the next hill and never see a hill again. All of this all at once, every moment, on the trail or off.

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and wearisome that I didn’t say anything. I only burrowed down further in the bed.

I want my weekends off and I want to put my kids to bed. Those are good reasons to want to be in 'Batman 2'.

I want to get up in the morning and just roll over in my bed into an indoor swimming pool. And then swim to the breakfast table.

I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower stall and a Jacuzzi we could put to really good use. I know you'd like it.

I want you too much. I want you with me, in my life, in my bed. If i can have that, nothing else matters.

I was a hoarder, and I got rid of everything. Now nothing comes in my home unless it has a purpose. And decor is not a purpose. Home is New York apartment with a table, a bed and sofas. That's it. Everything else is gone.

I was feeling miserable physically, in a lot of pain to the point where it was almost crippling me, especially creatively. I decided to take that and use it as an inspiration for getting out of bed and making something again.

I wash with my own soap-wear my own perfume...got to bed on my own sheets... have my own food products. I live on me.

I was in my bed trying to figure out why sometimes you can wake up and go back to sleep and other times you can't

I wasn’t sure if I was charmed by his reluctance to share a bed with a girl or insulted that, apparently, I wasn’t hot enough for him to charge the mattress like a bull.

I was out of my bed in one second, trembling with excitement, and I dashed to the door and into the adjoining room, where I could watch the streets below from the windows.

I was photographing every meal I ate, every person I met, every waiter or waitress who served me, every bed I slept in, every toilet I used.

I watch so much television. My DVR is full. I love putting my kids to bed, so I can sit on the couch with my wife and we can dissect The Affair, The Americans, House of Cards, or whatever it is. I'm so lucky.

I was scared of the dark. Ohhhh, I'd do anything not to have to sleep on my own. I'd get in bed and cover myself with dolls and teddy bears.

I went to an amazing school in Brooklyn called St. Anne's that's a really kind of creative hot bed.

I was passionate about soccer. I still am. Odd, though - playing soccer always made me much more anxious than playing tennis. On soccer days, I'd be out of bed by 6 in the morning, all nervous. But I was always calm when it was time for a tennis match. I still don't know why.

I wish I had as much in bed as I get in the newspapers.

I wish I could just fling myself into bed with you, but I can’t. I don’t want to be used that way and I don’t want to use you! Can’t you understand that?

I would climb on roofs and jump off using my parents' bed sheet, hoping it would open like a parachute. I was always getting hurt, breaking a leg, you know, bruising, cracking my head open.

I won't get out of bed for less than $10,000 a day.

I would have it inscribed on the curtains of your bed and the walls of your chamber: "If you do not rise early you can make progress in nothing.

I wouldn't know a space-time continuum or warp core breach if they got into bed with me.

I would never do a role where I'm naked in bed with a chick having sex.

I write in bed, too. I find it very comforting. I want to sort of, like, crawl in a fetal position if I have to.

I would suggest the widow do things the husband used to do, so he seems to be there with you. You will feel like just going to bed. It's so wonderful, going to bed.

Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.

Jane Austen: Getting into her books is like getting in bed with a cadaver. Something vital is lacking; namely, life.

I yield to nobody in my admiration for God, but he's no good in bed.

Last night, we were all watching Harry Potter in bed, and I thought, 'This isn't something you have when you're single, that's for sure.'

Jordan doesn't really care about the blood," Simon said now. "His whole thing is about me being comfortable with what I am. Get in touch with your inner vampire, blah, blah." Clary slid in next to him onto the bed and hugged a pillow. "Is your inner vampire different from your...outer vampire?" "Definitely. He wants me to wear midriff-baring shirts and a fedora. I'm fighting it." Clary smiled faintly. "So your inner vampire is Magnus?

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.

Late to bed, late to rise, makes a man unhealthy, poor, and stupid.

... laughter is lovelier than tears in bed.

Laurels grow in the Bay of Biscay, I hope a bed of them may be found in the Mediterranean.

Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed.

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

Life excites me-just little, normal, everyday things. Getting out of bed. Getting dressed. Making food. I find it all exciting.

Life is a ladder, it's not a bed

Life is a sandwich of activity between two periods of bed-wetting.

Lean too much upon the approval of people, and it becomes a bed of thorns.

Lettuce, greens and celery, though much eaten, are worse than cabbage, being equally indigestible without the addition of condiments. Besides, the lettuce contains narcotic properties. It is said of Galen, that he used to obtain from a head of it, eaten on going to bed, all the good effects of a dose of opium.

Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

Life is always going to be a series of ouch-making moments, and the question was, was I going to go all fetal position, or was I going to woman up? I went into fetal position on the bed to think about this. Fetal position turned out to be very comfortable.