bedtime Quotes

On Christmas eve, many years ago, I lay quietly in my bed. I did not rustle the sheets. I breathed slowly and silently. I was listening for a sound—a sound a friend had told me I’d never hear—the ringing bells of Santa’s sleigh.

“Goodnight stars Goodnight air Goodnight noises everywhere”

“And goodnight to the old lady whispering ‘hush’”

“A picture of- the cow jumping over the moon And there were three little bears sitting on chairs”

“It is one of life’s bitterest truths that bedtime so often arrives just when things are really getting interesting.

“So you’ll read to him from one of your books, and he’ll ask to see the pictures. When he looks at the pictures, he’ll get so excited he’ll want to draw one of his own.”

“You’ll have to fix up a little box for him with a blanket and a pillow. He’ll crawl in, make himself comfortable and fluff the pillow a few times. He’ll probably ask you to read him a story.”

″ A is out of bed, and this is what he said: ‘Dare double dare, you can’t catch me. I’ll beat you to the top of the coconut tree.’ ”

“llama llama red pajama reads a story with his mama.”

“Llama llama red pajama gets two kissed from his mama, snuggles pillow soft and deep...”

“Llama llama red pajama in the dark without his mama. Eyes wide open, covers drawn...What if Mama Llama’s gone?”

“Mama isn’t coming yet. Baby Llama starts to fret.”

“Baby Llama, what a tizzy! Sometimes Mama’s very busy.”

“Baby Llama goes to sleep.”

“Shut the door. Back upstairs. Into the bedroom. Into bed. Under the covers.”

“Angelina was so busy dancing at Miss Lilly’s that she didn’t need to dance at suppertime or bedtime or on the way to school anymore.”

“Little Nutbrown Hare, who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare’s very long ears. He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown Hare was listening.”

“Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him goodnight.”

“It was late one winter night, long past my bedtime, when Pa and I went owling. There was no wind. The trees stood still as giant statues. And the moon was so bright the sky seemed to shine.”

“It’s getting late, after all, we have a morning bus to catch.”

“And the Bad Baby went to bed.”

“I’m going to bed now, Lovis! Not to sleep. But to think and to curse, and woe better anyone who disturbs me!”

“I’m sure you’ll find that this babysitter will be very nice. Now get along into your baths and I’ll come and tuck you up before we go out.”

“ ‘The children are just getting into their beds. They sleep in bunk beds, ‘ she explained, and so they did. Two to a bed, head to tail, stacked five beds high.”

“Morris held open his bag. Everybody disappeared at once. Then he zoomed and mixed and beautified until bedtime.”

“At bedtime Felix drank his Mitey-Vite. ‘Tomorrow is the playschool picnic in the park!’ said Felix’s mama. ‘It will be such fun!’ But in the middle of the night... Tap, tap, tap.”

“Don’t forget,′ whispered the Worrier. ‘Bruno and the big boys want to pull your pants off and throw them in the tree!’ Felix worried about Bruno and the big boys all night long.”

“She took a good look at him. There was no giant. It was just the chair and her bathrobe. So she went to bed again.”

“There were so many giants and tigers and scary and exciting things before, that I am pretty tired now. That is just a moth, and he is only doing his job, the same as the wind. His job is bumping and thumping and my job is to sleep.”

“She closed her eyes, but she still could not sleep. So she began to sing a little song about the alphabet. She made it up as she went along.”

″ ‘Carry me to my room, Father,’ said Frances. ‘All right,’ said Father. ‘Piggyback,’ said Frances. So Father carried her piggyback to her room.”

“She jumped out of bed and went to tell Mother and Father. When she got to their door, she thought about it some more and decided not to tell them. She went back to her room.”

“Frances told her teddy bear to watch. They took turns for a while. Then Frances got tired of it and let Teddy do all the watching.”

“He is terribly thirsty. He can feel that now. It’s terrible how thirsty he is.”

″ So tired that he has fallen asleep on the floor right after pulling Teddy out from under the couch.”

“He can’t sleep. His room feels strange. Almost as if there were a monster nearby.”

“And NOW Alfie can sleep, too. Shhh….Quiet! It looks as if he’s sleeping. Yes, look! Now he’s sleeping. Good night, Alfie Atkins!”

“Here is Alfie Atkins, four years old. He is sometimes cranky, and sometimes nice. Tonight he is cranky; he doesn’t want to go to sleep.”

“You don’t find lions in closets very often. Good night, sleep tight, and don’t call me anymore because now I’m quite tired.”

″ ‘Then, Humphrey,’ replied Edward, laughing, ‘you must tell me some other time, for it is now very late, and I must go to bed, as I have to rise early. I know you have so many projects in your mind that it would take half the night to listen to them.’ ”

“Once I knew a little girl, Who wouldn’t go to bed, And in the morning always had A very sleepy head. At night she’d stop up on the stairs, And hold the railings tight Then with a puff she’d try to blow Out Mary Ann’s rushlight. The bed at last they tuck’d her in. The light she vowed to keep; Left in the dark she roar’d and cried; Till tired she went to sleep.”

It is a great bedtime read and funny at certain parts and sad and touching at others. The story moves very fast so try to savor those arguments because they mean so much.

“And when bedtime came something even worse happened. Teddy Robinson and Deborah got into bed as usual, and what should they find but the blue dog already there, lying right in the middle of the bed, and smiling up at them both, just as if he belonged there.”

“Will you be by bedtime?′ asked Elsie. ‘To tuck us in.’ ‘And to play games and tell us stories,’ Arnold added. ‘We can eat supper together,’ said Maurice. ‘I will be home before bedtime,’ Mr. Tod promised.”

“It’s bedtime for the little red chicken and Papa is going to read her a story. ‘You’re not going to interrupt the story tonight, are you?’ asks Papa. ‘Oh no, Papa. I’ll be good,’ says the little Red Chicken.”

“Chicken.′ ‘Yes, Papa?’ ‘You interrupted the story. Try not to get so involved.’ ‘I’m sorry, Papa. But she really was a witch.’ ‘Well, you’re supposed to be relaxing so you can fall asleep.”

“At bedtime, he danced his brother, Ichabod, to sleep. Because Kotz danced him to sleep, Ichabod slept all night through.”