Bed Quote by Charles Lamb Download Open image “If there be a regal solitude, it is a sick-bed. How the patient lords it there!” — Charles Lamb ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bed Ifs Lord Patience Patient Regal Sick Sickness Solitude
This life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed with a desire to change his bed. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
As long as His Majesty is sick, I will move my bed to his chambers, the better to care for him. — Catherine Parr Copy Share Image
“I cannot but feel compassion when I hear some trig, compact-looking man, seemingly free, all girded and ready, speak of his 'furniture,' as whether… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
A woman's pity, which is talkative, carries the sick person's bed to the public marketplace. — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Life is a hospital in which every patient is possessed by a desire to change his bed. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Hospitals are often grim places: being stuck on a ward is excruciatingly boring, especially when you're too ill to follow the plot of a… — Dawn Foster Copy Share Image
“The outside world, the world of free time in the yard or the garden or on the street, is only a distant murmur in… — Bernhard Schlink 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
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
Reader, if you are gifted with nerves like mine, aspire to any character but that of a wit. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
In the indications of female poverty there can be no disguise. No woman dresses below herself from caprice. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
“I love to lose myself in other men's minds. When I am not walking, I am reading.” — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Summer, as my friend Coleridge waggishly writes, has set in with its usual severity. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever. — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
A presentation copy...is a copy of a book whoch does not sell, sent you by the author, with his foolish autograph at the beginning… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new married couple; in that… — Charles Lamb 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… — Jack Goldstein Copy Share Image
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… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
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… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share Image
“In the parking lot, she drove and parked in a dark area with no other cars around. She reclined her seat, and listened to… — Tao Lin Copy Share Image
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… — Rose Macaulay Copy Share Image
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… — Salman Rushdie Copy Share Image