I wait on white ladies who walk right out the bedroom wearing nothing but they personality... — Kathryn Stockett Copy Share Image
I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne. — Moon Unit Zappa Copy Share Image
The only one who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self. — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
The best way to live above all fear of death is to die every morning before you leave your bedroom. — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
“My bedroom is a bit small for my taste. For my taste, I prefer the kitchen.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
When you put a camera in your kid's bedroom, you're literally inviting the entire connected world, the entire Internet into your child's… — Dagen McDowell Copy Share Image
Our teen-agers withdrew to their bedrooms on their thirteenth birthday and didn't show themselves to us again until it was time to… — Erma Bombeck Copy Share Image
I have a motto on my bedroom wall: 'Obstacles are what you see when you take your eye off the goal.' Giving… — Chris Burke Copy Share Image
I'm touched, Rixon. A bomb. How elaborate. Why didn't you keep things simple and just march inside my bedroom one night and… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
There's something really intimate about getting in drag in your bedroom in the safety of your own home. — Violet Chachki Copy Share Image
I want to separate sin from crime. You may have to ask forgiveness for your sins from God, but not from the… — Pierre Trudeau Copy Share Image
My childhood was basically divided between fishing and roaming the woods and hiding out in my bedroom. Maybe things would've turned out… — Jonathan Miles Copy Share Image
“Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
I'm not the type to pat myself on the back and all that, but somebody has to be lucky, right? When I… — Mark Cuban Copy Share Image
I was in a fan forum for Bombay Bicycle Club. I had blogs about them and I wrote fan fiction about them.… — CMAT Copy Share Image
You know, as a young child, I lay in my bedroom and I swore to myself then: 'I'm not going to smoke… — Floyd Mayweather, Jr Copy Share Image
Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house - in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in… — Arthur Miller Copy Share Image
“I sit up, edge over close to my window, and push it open, slipping one leg in, then the next, turning back… — Huntley Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
As a child, I was aware that, at night, infrared vision would reveal monsters hiding in the bedroom closet only if they… — Neil deGrasse Tyson Copy Share Image
I don't take fancy vacations. I buy all my jewelry at Claire's. I can't remember the last time I went out to… — Nancy Lublin Copy Share Image
Before I could cry or scream I whirled around and stalked to my bedroom,slamming the door behind me. I hope they all… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Their bedroom has always been our sanctuary. Sometimes at night we'll end up on their bed just talking. My dad will be… — Melina Marchetta Copy Share Image
“lifeless and ready for the scrap heap. The Bedroom Mirror is also a highly important item. It needn’t be especially ornate but… — Mrs. Stephen Fry Copy Share Image
Strider's bedroom "The only thing hanging on the wall that wasn't a weapon was the portrait just over the bed. No. Not… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
“My wife has made up Ty’s old bedroom for you,” he told him in a low voice as Ty and Mara argued… — Abigail Roux Copy Share Image
“The idea is to intentionally design a relaxing environment that is off-limits to many of the stresses and distractions that define your… — William Cutrer Copy Share Image
What sparks wars? The will to power, the backbone of human nature. The threat of violence, the fear of violence, or actual… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Her small bedroom was decorated with cheerfully embroidered samplers, which she had stitched herself, and a shelf containing an intricate shellwork tableau.… — Janet Gleeson Copy Share Image
She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
