Sleepyhead Quotes

Time to Rise A birdie with a yellow bill Hopped upon my window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: "Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!

Hey sleepy-head. Finally, you're awake,

Frog Princess loved the lilly flowers where Green Frog lay dreaming away the hours

Come on, sleepyhead. For old times’sake?

My Shadow I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow -- Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

Mommy says, "Bedtime for You!" So Owl says a friendly "Hoo!

Please, Father, let he future rest, as it deserves. If you wake it ahead of time, the only result is a sleepy-headed present. You shouldn’t need your son to remind you of that.

Eventually there comes a beefy knock on the door. “Dudes! I have vitamin C!” Wes actually opens the door to Blake, damn him. And the room is now filled with Blake-chatter. Vitamin C is coffee, though, and the scent of it begins to stir me into consciousness. “Aw, who’s a sleepyhead?” Blake crows, flopping onto Wes’s empty side of the bed. “Caffeine, J-Bomb! I brought you a cappuccino.” “You make it difficult to hate you,” I mumble into the pillow. “That’s what everyone says.” He grabs my bare shoulder with one of his big mitts and shakes me.

Winter-Time" Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake.

I know that. I just don’t feel it sometimes. Over there I felt like I hadn’t a care in the world. Things felt so good and it was almost as if every muscle in my body relaxed the moment I landed there. I haven’t laughed so much in years. I felt like a 23-year-old, Steph. I haven’t felt like that much lately. I know this probably sounds weird but I felt like the me that I could have been. I liked that I didn’t have to look out for somebody else while I walked down the street. I didn’t have the fifty near heart attacks per day that I usually get when Katie goes missing or puts something in her mouth that she shouldn’t. I didn’t have to dive onto the road and hold her back just in time from being hit by a car. I liked that I didn’t have to give out, correct people on their pronunciation or make threats. I liked laughing at a joke without my sleeve being tugged at and being asked to explain. I liked having adult conversations without being interrupted to cheer and applaud a silly dance or the learning of a new word. I liked that I was just me, Rosie, not mummy, thinking just about me, talking about things I liked, going places I liked to go without having to worry about nappy changes, bottle feeding or sleepy-head tantrums. Isn’t that awful?

When the sun was low in the sky, he retreated back into the cave and tapped her on the shoulder. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” She bounced upright, and her head caught him on the chin, knocking his teeth together and catching his lip between them. “Ouch!” he yelped. “I’m sorry. I get called so often in the middle of the night for emergencies that I’m used to popping out of bed.” He massaged his chin and worked his jaw and dabbed at his split lip. “I’ll remember that.” She leaned toward him and moved his hand out of the way. “You’re bleeding.” She unwounded the handkerchief from her hand and used it to dab at his lip. She moved the cloth away and used a finger to plump his lip where his teeth had left a tiny cut. “Speaking as a physician, I’d say you’ll recover.” “Not if you keep that up for long,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. She seemed startled, then looked back at him. Their eyes caught and held. “We really shouldn’t do this,” she murmured. “I know,” he said, as he lowered his mouth to hers. “Be gentle with me. I’m wounded.

no more than a glorified custodian. It was perfect. In fact, Jenny would drop him off on her way to work, and pick him up at four. He didn’t mind the extra hour. Brian planned to write during that time. He had a couple of good ideas for horror stories. “Ready, sleepyhead?” Jenny asked, walking into the parlor. “Hm?” Brian asked, looking up and smiling at her. “Ready for your first day at work, babe?” she

Well, good morning, sleepyhead!” As Miranda shuffled drowsily into the kitchen, Aunt Teeta met her with a big hug. “Your mama already left for work, but look who’s decided to grace us with their presence!” Startled, Miranda saw Gage and Etienne sitting at the table, both help heaping plates of food in front of them. Gage wiped his mouth quickly on a napkin; Etienne watched her over the rim of his coffee cup. Her mind spun back to last night, cheeks flaming at the memory. What was I thinking? I should know better! When everything about Etienne Boucher screams GUARANTEED HEARTBREAK--and even though nothing really serious happened--I should definitely know better! Halfway standing, Gage pulled out a chair for her. “We thought maybe you’d like a ride to school.” Oh yes…and now here was Gage. With that face and that smile and those big brown eyes that just melted her heart whenever she looked at him. And especially since Roo’s candid confession--“He was amazing”--how could a girl not imagine other secrets behind the shyness? Still flustered, Miranda turned and bumped into her aunt, upsetting the coffeepot, splashing the floor, nearly burning her arm in the process. As Gage and Etienne exchanged glances, she had a second of panic. What if Etienne had said something about last night? What if Gage suspected? Did she look guilty?

Good morning,” Sadie yawned. “Morning, sleepyhead. You know we’re both going to regret not wearing a bonnet to bed, right?

Well, well.” He turned toward the doorway. The nurse, a heavy woman with reading glasses perched upon her huge bosom, strolled in. Her name tag read BERTHA BONDY. She looked down at him and frowned. “Welcome to the free world, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” It took Mike a second or two to find his voice. “Like I kissed a Mac truck.” “Probably be more sanitary than what you were doing. Are you thirsty?” “Parched.” Bertha

Hey, sleepyhead,” Mom said brightly when I walked into the kitchen. I grunted. Tara handed me my coffee mug. I filled it quickly, added my milk and sugar, and took my first sip. “Watching Ash drink coffee is kinda like watching a werewolf movie,” Tara said. “You can see the transformation from man into beast.” “Except for me, it’s beast into girl, I know,” I said sourly and took another sip. “Want some pancakes?” Mom asked. “No, thanks.” I leaned against the counter. “They’re really good,” Josh said. He was watching me like he was hoping to see the transformation that Tara was talking about.

Are you ready?" "Yes, I am!" Gorik would answer, even if he wasn't quite ready, which happened often, since he was a sleepyhead and a "cunctator," that is, a "procrastinator," as his father said.

Ben-Hur’ ☑ ‘Pick me up’ ☑ ‘Heisenburg maneuver’ ☑ ‘Heavy ordinance’ X 50 ☑ ‘Explosion dampening’ X 20 ☑ ‘Sleepyhead’ ☑ ‘That’s my car’ ☑ ‘Nitro’ ☑ ‘Viking funeral’ ☑ ‘Jesus take the wheel’ ☑