Like traditional upper class families, there are nannies and servants, and the children, you know, come in to say good-night before they go to bed. There's very little private time with the children in the early years. Actually, there's much more private time with the children in the 20s.
In a sick-room or a bed-room there should never be shutters shut.
It is like having a blanket that is too small for the bed, you pull the blanket up to keep your chest warm, and your feet stick out. I cannot buy a bigger blanket because the supermarket is closed. But the blanket I have is made of cashmere. So it's good.
For in pure maidens, knowing not the marriage-bed, the glance of the eyes sinks from shame.
Love is a fever which marriage puts to bed and cures.
It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about getting to bed.
I go to bed early; my favorite dream comes on at nine.
You have to enjoy being a woman. Why should being a woman be such a negative thing where you always have to improve yourself? I have never in my entire life met a man who didn't want to go to bed with me because I was too fat.
I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.
The beginning of love is all about the butterflies, but the end of it is when you can't get out of bed in the morning.
Come up, April, though the valley, In your robes of beauty drest, Come and wake your flowery children From their wintry beds of rest.
Foley looks like an un-made bed.
He who take cookie to bed have crummy night ahead.
I'm in bed by nine. Let's get on with it.
I mean that it's all right to go to bed with an asshole but don't ever have a baby with one.
I don't know that I ever bought into the "American dream. " I was a child of privilege. I grew up in the '50s and it was a quiet time in America, at least on the surface and I grew up in a kind of feathery bed of privilege.
Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.
I used to say that, as Solicitor General, I made three arguments of every case. First came the one that I planned-as I thought, logical, coherent, complete. Second was the one actually presented-interrupted, incoherent, disjointed, disappointing. The third was the utterly devastating argument that I thought of after going to bed that night.
Death has this much to be said for it: You don't have to get out of bed for it. Wherever you happen to be They bring it to you—free.
I would lie in bed, and I was nine years old, and say to myself: 'I want to be the richest man in the world. ' I've come a long way from there.