An ordinary day. I get up early, drive to the airport, from there driving to the arena where we wrestle. Then if we have a show I will take another plane for my destination. Otherwise I will take a plane to return home and fall in bed very, very late.
He knelt by the bed and bent over her, draining their last moment to its lees; and in the silence there passed between them the word which made all clear.
Bed is the perfect climate.
So I've started wearing sweatpants to bed because I really don't need Santa seeing me in my underwear.
What's done cannot be undone. To bed, to bed, to bed.
I love playing and chatting with children. . . feed ing and putting them to bed with a little story, and being away from the family has troubled me throughout my. . . life.
I never manage to get to bed early on Sunday night but this doesn't matter, as I don't know one level of exhaustion from another.
New study reveals men like to cuddle. Another study reveals men will say anything to get into bed with a woman.
First of all, I love singing. I mean, I get out of bed and I sing. I can't help it.
The members of our secret service have apparently spent so much time under the bed looking for communists that they haven't had the time to look in the bed.
I have never seen an employee who jumps out of bed in the morning in order to create shareholder value.
Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.
Every morning I stay in bed for ten minutes to ponder my place in the universe. Then I wash my face and check my karma
My misdeeds are accidental happenings and merely the result of having been in the wrong bar or bed at the wrong time, say most days between midday and midnight.
And it is a great thing to die in your own bed, though it is better still to die in your boots.
The stillness and stasis of bed are the perfect opposite of travel: inertia is what I've come to consider the default mode, existentially and electronically speaking. Bed, its utter inactivity, offers a glimpse of eternity, without the drawback of being dead.
Don't let us win tonight. This is a big game. They've got to win because if we win we've got Pedro coming back today and then Schilling will pitch Game 6 and then you can take that fraud stuff and put it to bed. Don't let the Sox win this game.
I am a strict monogamist: it is twenty years since I last went to bed with two women at once, and then I was in my cups and not myself.
To this day, we get letters at Alternative Tentacles from young teenagers who hide their Dead Kennedys albums behind their mirror or in the mattress of their bed. Wouldn't it be better if the parents just discussed this with the kids instead of creating this culture of sneaking and dishonesty within the family? The moral of the story being, you don't hide reality from your kids because then they grow up to be smarter, more aware adults.
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. "