Bed Quote by Robertson Davies Download Open image “The ideal companion in bed is a good book.” — Robertson Davies ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.5 out of 5 (6 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bed Book Books Companion Good book Ideals
All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed ... No book can be appreciated until it has… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
Whether it is fun to go to bed with a good book depends a great deal on who's reading it. — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
I love books where you can't get out of bed. You want to consume them in one sitting, devour them. Those are my favorites,… — Rachel McAdams Copy Share Image
A book is a most delightful companion. It gives, and does not take. — Moses ibn Ezra Copy Share Image
The best books for a man are not always those which the wise recommend, but often those which meet the peculiar wants, the natural… — William Ellery Channing Copy Share Image
Good books are like friends which are deep and meaningful and you love to spend time with them. — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
[Preface to second edition:] ... I am satisfied that if a book is a good one, it is so whatever the sex of the… — Anne Bronte Copy Share Image
I turn to books for a feeling of companionship: for somebody knowing what I have known. — Lois Lowry Copy Share Image
I honestly believe there is absolutely nothing like going to bed with a good #book; or a friend who's #read one. — Phyllis Diller Copy Share Image
No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over. — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
A great book is a homing device For navigating paradise. A good book somehow makes you care About the comfort of a chair. A… — J. Patrick Lewis Copy Share Image
“...the irrational will have its say, perhaps because 'irrational' is the wrong word for it.” — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
If you're going to do something that looks evil, don't smear it with icing and pretend it's good; just bloody well do it and… — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
Extraordinary people survive under the most terrible circumstances and they become more extraordinary because of it. — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
Although there may be nothing new under the sun, what is old is new to us and so rich and astonishing that we never… — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
If I had to describe my remarks this evening frankly as if I were in police court and on oath, so to speak I… — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
The people of the United States, perhaps more than any other nation in history, love to abase themselves and proclaim their unworthiness, and seem… — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
I don't suppose God laughs at the people who think He doesn't exist. He's above jokes. But the devil isn't. That's one of his… — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
Inactivity and deprivation of all accustomed stimulus is not rest; it is a preparation for the tomb — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
“My lifelong involvement with Mrs Dempster began at 5:58 o'clock p.m. on 27 December 1908, at which time I was ten years and seven months old.” — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
In a government like ours, the Crown is the abiding and unshakable element in government; politicians may come and go, but the Crown remains… — Robertson Davies Copy Share Image
There can be no doubt that Samuel Marchbanks is one of the choice and master spirits of this age. If there were such a… — Robertson Davies 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