Bedroom Quotes - Page 11

• That's what's so stupid about the whole magic thing, you know. You spend twenty years learning the spell that makes nude virgins appear in your bedroom, and then you're so poisoned by quicksilver fumes and half-blind from reading old grimoires that you can't remember what happens next.

  Terry Pratchett

  Stupid, Reading, Years

  Terry Pratchett (2008). “The Colour Of Magic: (Discworld Novel 1)”, p.66, Random House

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• I think you have to satisfy yourself first and foremost. There have been records I've been really, really pleased with that haven't connected with people. But I felt good about them. If you're making music, you must want to turn other people on to it, whether you're number one in the charts or number 60. I don't know, that's a commercial thing, but just the fact that other people like you... there's no point in making music, otherwise. Otherwise you might as well make it in your bedroom and leave it there.

  Paul Weller

  Thinking, People, Like You

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• The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.

  Zora Neale Hurston

  Spirit, Parlor, Left

  Zora Neale Hurston (1937). “Their Eyes Were Watching God”, p.86, University of Illinois Press

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• I came home one night, some month ago, and I went to the closet in my bedroom...and a moth ate my sports jacket. He was laying on the floor, nauseous, y'know.

  Woody Allen

  Sports, Home, Night

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• But worse things were about to be found in the bedroom: on the jeweller’s wife’s ottoman, in a casual pose, sprawled a third party- namely, a black cat of uncanny size, with a glass of vodka in one paw and a fork, on which he had managed to spear a pickled mushroom, in the other. , The Master and Magarita

  Mikhail Bulgakov

  Party, Cat, Glasses

  Mikhail Bulgakov (2016). “THE MASTER AND MARGARITA: 50th-Anniversary Edition (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)”, p.74, Penguin

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• She shrieked. "Nora! What happened to the banister!" Good thing she hadn't seen her bedroom yet.

  Becca Fitzpatrick

  Good Things, Happened

  Becca Fitzpatrick (2013). “The Complete Hush, Hush Saga: includes Hush, Hush; Crescendo; Silence and Finale”, p.272, Simon and Schuster

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• I disconnected as a sleepy Seth stepped out of the bedroom. “Who’s Dante? Was that a collect call to the Inferno?” “They won’t accept the charges,” I murmured.

  Richelle Mead

  Sleepy, Inferno, Accepting

  Richelle Mead (2012). “Succubus Dreams”, p.207, Kensington Publishing Corp.

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• It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.

  Daniel Handler

  Death, Fall, Dark

  "Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid". Book by Daniel Handler, April 24, 2007.

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• S and M is only the expression in the bedroom of an oppressive-submissive relation which can happen also in the kitchen or at the factory, can happen between people of any gender. There is obviously something titillating about these relationships, but it isn't the sexual components that makes them ugly, they're uglier elsewhere. Nothing sexual is depraved. Only cruelty is depraved, and that's another matter.

  Marilyn French

  Expression, People, Kitchen

  Marilyn French (2011). “The Women's Room”, p.391, Simon and Schuster

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• My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and the rain taps at the window with its long fingernails? No. When fear and cold make a statue of you in your bed, don't expect hard-boned and fleshless truth to come running to your aid. What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie.

  Diane Setterfield

  Running, Wall, Lying

  Diane Setterfield (2007). “The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel”, p.5, Simon and Schuster

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• This was an unpleasant trend. I didn’t want a lot of guys popping in and out of my bedroom. I wanted one who would stay.

  Charlaine Harris

  Guy, Trends, Want

  Charlaine Harris (2008). “From Dead to Worse: A Sookie Stackhouse Novel”, p.130, Penguin

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• I mean, look at us. We're all alone in my bedroom and I'm not feeling any urge to make any kinda move on you. That's a pretty big problem.

  Aya Nakahara

  Moving, Mean, Feelings

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• Before I could cry or scream I whirled around and stalked to my bedroom,slamming the door behind me. I hope they all drown. "Zoey your mother and I need to speak with you." Great. Clearly they didn't drown.

  P. C. Cast

  Mother, Doors, Needs

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• Twas the night before Thanksgiving. All the food's in the oven. And I'm in the bedroom performin' self lovin'.

  Craig Ferguson

  Funny, Humor, Night

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• My one-time roommate Claire had inherited the house from her uncle, and when she went off to bigger and better things, she’d left it in my care. And it needed a lot of it. Most importantly, it needed a new roof. There was a worrying stain on the ceiling of my bedroom that had started out roughly the shape of Rhode Island, but now looked more like North Carolina. Another few more days of rain and it was going to be Texas. And then it wouldn’t be anything at all because the battered old shingles were going to cave in on my head.

  Karen Chance

  Uncles, Rain, Rhode Island

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• What we want most is to be held...and told..that everything (everything is a funny thing, is baby milk and papa's eyes, is roaring logs on a cold morning, is hoot owls and the boy who makes you cry after school, is mama's long hair, is being afraid and twisted faces on the bedroom wall)...is going to be alright.

  Truman Capote

  Baby, Morning, Wall

  Truman Capote, M. Thomas Inge (1987). “Truman Capote: Conversations”, p.6, Univ. Press of Mississippi

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• They couldn't wait to get me out. My dad found my place, my mom helped me pack, and my brother was making architectural plans for my bedroom. It was just what you do at 18.

  Justine Bateman

  Mom, Brother, Dad

  Biography/Personal Quotes, www.imdb.com.

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• Yes, there was something special about me, and I knew what it was. I was the kind of girl they found dead in a hall bedroom with an empty bottle of sleeping pills in her hand.

  Marilyn Monroe

  Girl, Suicide, Self Harm

  Marilyn Monroe (2006). “My Story”, p.79, Taylor Trade Publishing

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• Also, in my bedroom, nobody minded if I kept the hall door half-open, allowing in enough light that I was not scared of the dark, and, just as important, allowing me to read secretly, after my bedtime, using the dim hallway light to read by, if I needed to. I always needed to.

  Neil Gaiman

  Dark, Light, Doors

  Neil Gaiman (2013). “The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel”, p.16, Harper Collins

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• and I've always known it, the way I love a song I hear for the first time, even before I know all the words, the way I love my favorite color, and the way that the train would speed past my bedroom when it was very quiet and I'd feel it in my stomach rushing through me. I love you in a way that I've never felt needed to be said.

  Lauren DeStefano

  Song, Love You, Past

  FaceBook post by Lauren DeStefano from Jun 02, 2013

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• Isabelle tugged her tank top back down and glared at her brother. “You don’t knock now?” “It’s my bedroom!” Alec spluttered.

  Cassandra Clare

  Brother, Tanks, Down And

  Cassandra Clare (2015). “City of Heavenly Fire”, p.206, Simon and Schuster

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• Have you ever been anyone's?" I ask, a feathery whisper in the quiet bedroom. He lifts his head to mine, and I want him so bad I feel consumed inside, like he's already possessed my soul, and now my soul aches for him to possess my body. A powerful emotion tightens his features as he reaches out to cradle my cheek in his big hand, and there's an unexpected fierceness in his eyes, in his touch, as he cups me. "No. And you?" The calluses in his palm rasp on my skin, and I find myself tucking my cheek deeper into them. "I've never wanted to." "Neither have I." The moment is intimate.

  Katy Evans

  Powerful, Eye, Hands

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• Don't make yourself so special," the dwarf said with a snort. "As if getting lost was some trick that only women knew. I've known men who could get lost in their own bedrooms. The only difference is that men with no sense of direction don't brag about it, the way women do.

  Gerald Morris

  Men, Dwarves, Differences

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• Clary: What are you doing here, anyway? Jace: 'Here' as in your bedroom or 'here' as in the great spiritual question of our purpose here on this planet? If you're asking whether it's all just a cosmic coincidence or there's a greater metaethical purpose to life, well, that's a puzzler for the ages. I mean, simple ontological reductionism is clearly a fallacious argument, but- Clary: I'm going to bed.

  Cassandra Clare

  Spiritual, Mean, Simple

  Cassandra Clare (2010). “Cassandra Clare: The Mortal Instrument Series (3 books): City of Bones; City of Ashes; City of Glass”, p.269, Simon and Schuster

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• Their bedroom has always been our sanctuary. Sometimes at night we'll end up on their bed just talking. My dad will be snoring and Mia will say, "Turn around, Bobby, you're snoring," and he'll turn around and for a moment it'll be silent. Then he'll erupt into a massive snore and Luca and I will kill ourselves laughing and my dad will wake up and bark, "Get to bed!" and not even a second later he'll be snoring and we'll kill ourselves laughing again and Mia will say, "What is this? Grand Central Station?

  Melina Marchetta

  Dad, Night, Talking

  Melina Marchetta (2007). “Saving Francesca”, p.18, Knopf Books for Young Readers

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