Laugh out, O stream, from your bed of green, / Where you lie in the sun's embrace; / And talk to the… — Phoebe Cary Copy Share Image
I love what I do and feel really lucky to still love what I do - I want to get out of… — Matthew Williamson Copy Share Image
Past one o’clock. You must have gone to bed. The Milky Way streams silver through the night. I’m in no hurry; with… — Vladimir Mayakovsky Copy Share Image
“If the purpose of love is getting into bed; I guess prostitutes are the most auspicious lovers.” — M.F. Moonzajer Copy Share Image
I love my bed. It is larger than a desk and better designed to hold books and papers. It is softer than… — Cathleen Schine Copy Share Image
The Bristol Channel was always my guide, and I was always able to draw an imaginary line from my bed to our… — Roald Dahl Copy Share Image
Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a… — Philip Sidney Copy Share Image
If you have spent two years in bed trying to wiggle your big toe, everything else seems easy. — Franklin D. Roosevelt Copy Share Image
I figured being a bed salesman was a job of biblically bad paradox. I mean, here he was, forced to stand for… — Rachel Cohn Copy Share Image
Once Fang took pep pills and they worked - the only time he ever ran to bed. — Phyllis Diller Copy Share Image
Motivation is a mystery.Why does one salesperson see his first prospect at seven in the morning and another salesperson is just getting… — Jim Rohn Copy Share Image
The pattern's laid out on the bed With dozens of colors of thread But you've got the needle I guess that's the… — Amanda Palmer Copy Share Image
The only time a bachelor's bed is made is when it's in the factory. — P. J. O'Rourke Copy Share Image
But do you ever think of me, when you lie? Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies… — Skylar Grey Copy Share Image
I'm more thrilled by the short fiction than I expected to be. I've found more pleasure in reading short fiction than I… — Lorin Stein Copy Share Image
My mother-in-law broke up my marriage. My wife came home from work one day and found me in bed with her. — Lenny Bruce Copy Share Image
You, sleeping on your bed of nails. Weeping an ocean beyond the pale. Strange, sorrow is your greatest skill. You're suffering from… — Tim Finn Copy Share Image
I'll be going to bed having nightmares of Sachin just running down the wicket and belting me back over the head for… — Shane Warne Copy Share Image
The Labor Party is not going to profit from having these proven unsuccessful people around who are frightened of their own shadow… — Paul Keating Copy Share Image
In a lifetime among cops since, I've noted that investigators who piece together the aftermaths of home invasion murders tend to keep… — Massad Ayoob Copy Share Image
Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night. — Julie Garwood Copy Share Image
Millions of working, uninsured Americans go to bed every night worrying what will happen to them and their families if a major… — Tim Ryan Copy Share Image
Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I found me a werewolf,… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
It would be nice if all the Republicans could put poetry in a little box and put the box under the bed… — Sam Hamill Copy Share Image
Each person is a unique individual. Hence, psychotherapy should be formulated to meet the uniqueness of the individual's needs, rather than tailoring… — Milton H. Erickson Copy Share Image
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
You took a walk on a Sunday afternoon and came to a nice neighborhood, very refined. You saw a small one of… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
I read usually in the morning, in my kitchen at breakfast - a short reading time, usually poetry. I read in bed… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
I tweet from bed. I love it because it's so quick. And it's funny. But it also leaves a lot of room… — Christine Teigen Copy Share Image
Spring drew on... and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that hope traversed them at… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
I'm not lonely, and I think that has a lot to do with what's on my bedside table rather than what's in… — Michelle Williams Copy Share Image
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The only music we ever listened to out in the piney woods was Roy Acuff and the Grand Ole Opry. That was… — George Jones Copy Share Image
