Bed Quote by Catherine Parr Download Open image “As long as His Majesty is sick, I will move my bed to his chambers, the better to care for him.” — Catherine Parr ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bed Care Chamber Long Majesty Moving Sick
If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there! — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world — Napoleon Bonaparte Copy Share Image
“I like him to sleep close to me. Danes says it is better than leaving him alone in a cradle to get too cold or too hot. Mistress Bedwell does not agree. She says that I should have a wet nurse and not hold him all the time, for it indulges him so." I laughed. "What nonsense!" Hester looked pleased.… — Sally Gardner Copy Share
You're the queen, and it's the queen's house, and whatever Brigan may accomplish, he's highly unlikely ever to be queen. — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
No matter whose bed you die in the bed will be yours for your voyage onto the surgical andiron of God. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Don't treat him like a king, if he doesn't appreciate you as his queen… — Rashida Rowe Copy Share Image
“And now, Your Majesty," said Strange, "I think it is time we returned to the Castle. You and I, Your Majesty, are a British… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
Yes, but either way, shamed or not, I shall be Queen of England, and this is the last time you will sit in my… — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
He sits in an old armchair in the corner covered with bits of blankets and a bucket behind the chair that stinks enough to… — Frank McCourt Copy Share Image
When man of slender visits you / Nothing on earth that one can do / In well he’ll hide, or watery hole / And he will eat your mortal soul / so if thou seest the man so thin / pray you don’t see him again / for he is not from world we know / he cometh from far… — Jack Goldstein Copy Share
Your idea of fidelity is not having more than one man in bed at the same time. — Frederic Raphael Copy Share Image
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… — Taylor Swift Copy Share Image
Home is behind, the world ahead, And there are many paths to tread Through shadows to the edge of night, Until the stars are… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Leave a cavity behind the [wall] facings, and on the inside build walls two feet thick, made of red dimension stone or burnt brick or lava in courses, and then bind them to the fronts by means of iron clamps and lead. The beds and builds, all settling equally and bonded at the joints, will not let the work bulge… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share
Why couldn't Jesus command us to obsess over everything, to try to control and manipulate people, to try not to breathe at all, or… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
“To all the secret writers, late-night painters, would-be singers, lapsed and scared artists of every stripe, dig out your paintbrush, or your flute, or your dancing shoes. Pull out your camera or your computer or your pottery wheel. Today, tonight, after the kids are in bed or when your homework is done, or instead of one more video game or… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share
“In the parking lot, she drove and parked in a dark area with no other cars around. She reclined her seat, and listened to music. Outside there were trees, a ditch, a bridge; another parking lot. It was very dark. Maybe the Sasquatch would run out from the woods. Chelsea wouldn’t be afraid. She would calmly watch the Sasquatch jog… — Tao Lin Copy Share
It wasn't really touching to be young; it was touching not to be young, because you had less of life left. Touching to be thirty; more touching to be forty; tragic to be fifty; and heartbreaking to be sixty. As to seventy, as to eighty, one would feel as one did during the last dance of a ball, tired but… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share
I have to meditate before I go to bed, always. I have to let the day go and let the eternal in. — Bellamy Young Copy Share Image
Sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow. A woman's body was like that. If you watched it carefully enough you could see how it moved to the rhythm of the world, the deep rhythm, the music below the music, the truth below the truth. He believed… — Salman Rushdie Copy Share