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I have made my bed
In charnels and on coffins, where black death
Keeps record of the trophies won
This ain't our marriage bed, but it'll do.
A question: when is a bed not a bed? When it is angled lie-flat. My back hurts, my legs ache and my clothes are all rumpled - and all because the airline, which claimed to have a bed, actually offered up a torture machine which I prefer to call a slide.
I can't leave the house without making sure all the beds are made right, so they are neat and fresh when I come in at night.
It's what every writer needs: a daybed.
I don't like sleeping in a bed.
Do you expect to suffer long nights of languishing and days of pain? O be not sad! That bed may become a throne to you. You little know how every pang that shoots through your body may be a refining fire to consume your dross
a beam of glory to light up the secret parts of your soul.
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
As a child, I dreamed that my bed could fly and glide and swoop and hover high over the countryside near my home while, snug and secure, I looked down in wonder at the great carpet of life that seemed so perfect beneath me.
What a magical thing is the bed, and what a vulnerable, innocent creature is the sleeping human - the human who never looks more truthful or pitiful or benign; the curled-up, childlike dreaming soul who has for a few hours become an angel adrift.
I turned to my own bunk and examined it with a kind of appalled fascination. If the mattress stains were anything to go by, a previous user had not so much suffered from incontinence as rejoiced in it. He had evidently included the pillow in his celebrations.
A bachelor's bed is the most pleasant.
Sprawled out on the photographer's mattress with my clothes lying in a heap somewhere in the kitchen, I pull the waistband of my briefs down to expose my hipbones, and I think of home.
What the hell kind of bed you giving us, anyways? We don't want no pants rabbits.
There's also something about your bed; it's sort of a symbol of yourself and of your marriage, if you're married. Making your bed doesn't seem to be an important thing in a happy life, and yet it can be that tiny foothold into a more orderly life that sometimes people need.
He that makes his bed ill, lies there.
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.
Sleeping in a bed
it is, apparently, of immense importance. Against those who sleep, from choice or necessity, elsewhere society feels righteously hostile. It is not done. It is disorderly, anarchical.
I'm a bed monster.
I don't know how this interrogation found its way into my bed. May I ask where I can expect it to travel next?
Confrontation while lounging in bed.
A plumped feather bed may have looked divine, but occupants quickly found themselves sinking into a hard, airless fissure between billowy hills. Support was on a lattice of ropes, which could be tightened with a key when they began to sag (hence the expression "sleep tight").
Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?
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.
It's a dangerous fire begins in the bed-straw.
As you make your bed, so you must lie in it.
The bed was no longer a daisy-field for her and Joe to play in. It was a place where she went and laid down when she was sleepy and tired.
Bed sheet, if you please. I'll leave my dignity here.
Running the race
Like a mouse in a cage
Getting nowhere but I'm trying
Forging ahead
But I'm stuck in the bed
That I made so I'm lying
I am going to carry my bed into New York City tonight
complete with dangling sheets and ripped blankets;
I am going to push it across three dark highways
or coast along under 600,000 faint stars.
Only a fool would make the bed every day.
Do not ask the name of the person who seeks a bed for the night. He who is reluctant to give his name is the one who most needs shelter.
Tiredness turns any place into your own bed!
To read in bed is to draw around us invisible, noiseless curtains. Then at last we are in a room of our own and are ready to burrow back, back to that private life of the imagination we all led as a child and to whose secret satisfactions so many of us have mislaid the key.
In a small space, you want to keep the bedding as simple as possible so it looks clean, calm and collected.
A boy went to a Halloween party with a sheet on his head. "Are you a ghost?" asked his friends. "No, I'm an unmade bed!
Will you mess up my bed with me?
But lying in bed just before going to sleep is the worst time for organized thinking; it is the best time for free thinking. Ideas drift like clouds in an undecided breeze, taking first this direction and then that.
Some people make a bad bed, they just have to lie in it.
All I can think about is bed." "We're sharing the same thought." "You're thinking about bed too?" "I'm thinking about YOU in MY bed.
Come on, shake off the covers of this sloth, for sitting softly cushioned, or tucked in bed, is no way to win fame.
When you're a bed wetter there's only one group of people you can feel better than, bed shitters, and unfortunately they're hard to come by.
The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.
I just want some head in a comfortable bed.
When you're in bed, you're dead.
It is while prone that ideas come. "A writer could get more ideas for his articles or his novels in this posture than he could by sitting doggedly before his desk morning and afternoon," writes Lin Yutang in his essay "On Lying in Bed.
There is a promise made in any bed
Fuckin' A. Bedtime.
Some people make bad bed. They just have to lie in it.
Where's my bed?!" Dairine shrieked.
"It's on Pluto," Nita said. "On the winter side, somewhere nice and dark and quiet, where you won't find it if you look all day-which you're not going to have time to do, becaus you'll be in school.
Must we to bed indeed? Well then,
Let us arise and go like men,
And face with an undaunted tread
The long black passage up to bed.
My best office is my bed.
We all know the experience of sitting in bed feeling exhilarated one day and lackluster the very next. The issue is not whether we need to find a more fulfilling bed.
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet.
Luck lies in bed, and wishes the postman would bring him news of a legacy; labor turns out at six, and with busy pen or ringing hammer lays the foundation of a competence.
your pen sticks upright by the nib in the carpet. If there were a cat to swing or a wife to murder now would be the time. So
For mankind you've made your wintry bed.
A shipwreck of your own mortality
The moon just crapped the bed.
If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.
I love your bed." I rolled onto my stomach, smiling.
"I love it so much I'd marry it if I could."
Seth laughed out loud. "You'd marry my bed?"
"Mmm.
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.
Well, I'd had the Fat Mattress earlier as a writing outlet for songs and that.
The world is a palace without bedsheets
The thought crossed her mind that a bed was really a very strange thing-a human nest, really, where our human fragility made its nightly demands for comfort and cosseting
The sleep which lay heavy upon the furniture, the room, the whole surroundings of which I formed but an insignificant pat and whose unconsciousness I should very soon return to share.
Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead.
I longed for my bed. I longed for sleep.
I plan on bedding you, well and often.
In bed above, we're deep asleep.
While greater love lies further deep.
This dream must end,
The world must know,
We all depend on the beat below.
You made your bed, Kit. Now lie in it." He
To sleep perchance to dream
Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely
One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly.
I put a row of toys on the bed. A brown-haired Barbie doll, then a Lego ambulance...then a gray Buckbeak the Hippogriff.
I took the sing from your song. I made a bed where you don't belong.
He slept curled up on the hard rock more soundly than ever he had done on his feather-bed in his own little hole at home. But all night he dreamed of his own house and wandered in his sleep into all his different rooms looking for something that he could not find nor remember what it looked like.
I love my bed. It is larger than a desk and better designed to hold books and papers. It is softer than a desk and better designed for naps. It is the center of all good things. And day or night, everyone knows where to find me.
My bed is the magical place I love to overthink like a PSYCHO.
can rent a bed. It's either
What's got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)
Most beds aren't as intimate as people think they are.
I have dreamed of our bed as if it were a shore where we would be washed up, not this striped mattress we must cover with sheets. [from "After an Absence"]
Stand by your bed and salute me.
My bed is the magical place where I love to overthink like a PSYCHO.
Sleep doesn't come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin.
We have a queen-size bed and the dog sleeps in the middle. John and I are sort of these little quotation marks on either corner.
I can't bear to look at my bed without seeing you in it.
What brings the whole back row of the chessboard to my modest little abode?
bedroom. He threw the cover, quilt, and pillows hastily on the floor, feeling the sides of the mattress until he found what he was looking for.
I used to sleep on the floor next to the bed, because I believed that I didn't even deserve a bed to sleep in. And then, one morning, a cockroach crawled onto my leg. I looked at it, and suddenly I awoke from a kind of hypnotic trance in which I had been all my life.
Kept falling in and out of it [sleep] like out of a boat or a tipping hammock.
It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well nestled in bed, and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs have just been tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labour of the day is gone
Get over here. We're having intimate bed conversation and I won't do it with a foot of mattress between us.
Those who have never suffered the iniquities of exile cannot possibly understand the significance, the gravitas, of a mattress.
Lying on a feather mattress or quilt will not bring you renown.
Leave your bed upon the first desertion of sleep; it being ill for the eye's to read lying, and worse for the mind to be idle; since the head during that laziness is commonly a cage for unclean thoughts.
Holy mackerel, mother of baby fishes, is that a bed?
The bed is now as public as the dinner table and governed by the same rules of formal confrontation.
All beds became deathbeds at last.
If the room to which my bed was removed were a sentient thing that could give evidence, I might appeal to it at this day - who sleeps there now,