No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.

When I lay my head on the pillow at night I can say I was a decent person today. That’s when I feel beautiful.

SUCCESS is being able to come home, lay your head on the pillow and SLEEP in PEACE.

There’s nothing better than sinking into my feather pillows after a hard day’s work.

One of my keys to success is a lot of pillows. I feel like a lot of pillows is important to relax each piece of your body.

There is no pillow as soft as a clear conscience.

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Send me the pillow you dream on.

Don’t fight with the pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.

Pack a pillow and blanket and see as much of the world as you can.You will not regret it.

Last night I dreamt I ate a ten pound marshmallow. When I woke up the pillow was gone.

Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.

The pillow smells like the sunlight, a precious smell.

Fatigue is the best pillow.

An honest man’s pillow is his peace of mind.

There’s no pillow quite so soft as a father’s strong shoulder.

A clear conscience is the softest pillow in the world.

Luxury lives in the finer details. It’s a cloth napkin at a dinner table. It’s a mint on your pillow before bed.

I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.

There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream.

What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.

-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

For God is wholly present in all creation, in every corner, he is behind you and before you. Do you think he is sleeping on a pillow in heaven? He is watching over you and protecting you.

When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.

And when thou art weary I’ll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.

What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.

A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel’s wing.

Fresher than a pillow with a mint on it

Room service. You like me fluff pillow?

The past is no farther away than your pillow.

Wash your face before bed every night. Your skin will thank you – and your pillow too!

Father, help us to rest our heads on the soft pillow of Your providence.

Ignorance is the softest pillow on which a man can rest his head.

Now I am in the place I call this wide wide Heaven because it includes all my simplest desires but also the most humble and grand. The word my grandfather uses is comfort. So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone’s hand and not have to say anything. Give no story. Make no claim. Where you can live at the edge of your skin for as long as you wish.

Enlightenment isn’t found with a full stomach, or on a soft pillow.

I build an entire fort out of pillows. I need at least four pillows. I need on each side, I need one normal usage pillow for the back of my head, and I need another pillow just in case.

I hope we left you with something to put under your pillows.

Everybody was so kind. Strong, too. In the darkest days, the Lord puts the best people into your life.” “Quick, give me a throw pillow and some thread because that needs to be an Encouragement.

Are you sick and tired of men sniveling and whining about how we women want to smother them? If you can still hear them whining you aren’t holding the pillow down hard enough.

People are often very frightened of their anger. They feel it will cause them to do something harmful. If you have this fear, create a safe situation where you can express your anger, alone or with a trusted therapist or friend. Allow yourself to talk angrily, shout, hit pillows, whatever you feel like. Once you’ve done this in a safe environment, you will have released some of the charge, and you can look underneath the anger to find what you need to do to take better care of yourself. Like any emotion, anger is a valuable tool, teaching us who we are and how we feel.

If one shed tears, they must be shed on one’s pillow.

My access to music when I was growing up was through pirate radio, you know, transistor radio under the pillow, listening to one more and then ‘just one more’ until your favourite track comes on.

Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm

When our bed is made, it’s covered in 40 pillows-like we’re stockpiling ammo for the global pillow fight.

Money can help you to get medicines but not health. Money can help you to get soft pillows, but not sound sleep. Money can help you to get material comforts, but not eternal bliss. Money can help you to get ornaments, but not beauty. Money will help you to get an electric earphone, but not natural hearing. Attain the supreme wealth, wisdom; you will have everything.

AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.

The giant raised his fist, and a voice cut through the dream. “Leo!” Jason was shaking his shoulder. “Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?” Leo’s eyes fluttered open. His arms were wrapped around the human-sized statue in Athena’s hand. He must have been thrashing in his sleep. He clung to the victory goddess like he used to cling to his pillow when he had nightmares as a kid. (Man, that had been so embarrassing in the foster homes.) He disentangled himself and sat up, rubbing his face. “Nothing,” he muttered. “we were just cuddling. Um, what’s going on?

I think what I’ve tried to do is make the world a better place. I think that’s what’s really important. Nobody remembers who sold the most togas in Rome. In terms of legacy, people remember the great villains more than they remember the great heroes. So I think how you feel about yourself is the most significant question. What do you say about yourself when you put your head on the pillow? Are you really proud of what you’re doing and the way you’re doing it? I think it’s really a fundamental question.

What does good in bed mean to me? When I’m sick and I stay home from school propped up with lots of pillows watching TV and my mom brings me soup – that’s good in bed.

I met Mary [Hamill] in New York at my exhibition and when I told her about my oral history project she asked, “Would it be possible to incorporate visual art?” My sister stitches pillowcases, which led to Mary suggesting using cyanotype on them. I originally thought of the idea of pillowcases because when people get married, they have the bride and the groom lay their hands on each other’s pillows while their relatives tie ribbons on their wrists. And then on the bed you usually have two pillows – one for yourself and one for your loved one – so when one is gone, one pillow remains.