Human feelings are queer things -- I am much happier -- black-leading the stove's -- making the beds and sweeping the floors at home, than I should be living like a fine lady anywhere else. - Charlotte Brontë
This heart is a hurricane, turbulent with ache screaming winds of grief waiting to make the skyfall, to pluck the cloudsfrom their beds with itswhipping winds - Jack Southfield
People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf. - George Orwell
Beds aren't for sleeping, and clothes aren't for bed. - John L. Neidigh
Organized force alone enables the quiet and the weak to go about their business and to sleep securely in their beds, safe from the violent without or within. - Alfred Thayer Mahan
Is the ash in trees, babies, flowers, and visions of Godbetter than the visions themselves? Then you think,none of this is tangible or concrete. So you have another cigaretteand think about the (not one) but many ghosts you keep tucked away,under sheets, under beds, in notes, within other ghosts. - Derek Keck
You know, that was what we missed most. Not our beds, not our homes, not even our mothers. We would talk about food. - Jodi Picoult
We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm. - George Orwell
Our only fate is to lie in the beds that we make. - Michael Moreci
Beds ain't for sleeping, and clothes ain't for bed. - treeguy39040
Monsters that live under children's beds have power only because of the child's ignorance. Thus the nonexistent become efficacious. - Mike Klepper
In most gardens they make the beds too soft – so that the flowers are always asleep. - Lewis Carroll
Those monsters in your closets and under your beds? They are just as real as us. The difference is that we fear what we don't understand, while they understand exactly, what we fear. - Rob Shepherd
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds the one but keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. - Charles Bukowski