Quotes About Comfort

I sleep better on the road than I do at home. I'm used to sleeping in a million different hotels. I'm not home very often, so when I get home, I have things I want to do.

When I go to bed at night, I wear a sleeping bag. And for a long time, I wore mittens so that I couldn't open the sleeping bag.

I don't like sleeping in a bed.

I like sleeping a lot.

I have trouble sleeping maybe one night a year. On that special night, I get up and read on the couch until I fall asleep.

I sleep the best in my own bed, which is too bad because I'm not sleeping in my bed enough.

If you see someone on a plane with an eye mask, sleeping, that's probably me, because that's pretty much where I live.

We sleep very well in space. We have a sleeping bag each, and when you get into it, you float in the sleeping bag.

The only thing I'm obsessed with is sleeping. I'm really good at it and if I don't do it I'm horrible.

My body needs to be aligned when I am sleeping so for that I sometimes sleep on the floor.

I just can't grasp the concept of sleeping outside with insects when I have a beautiful home with a really comfy bed!

I'm one of the only people I know that often sleeps in boots.

What's comfortable to me is familiarity. Comfort has nothing to do with the size of the garment. I do find something quite comfortable and charming in a too-narrow shoulder, a sleeve that's too short or too long, a pant that's too high or too low, hems that are trod on.

I just feel more comfortable with my sleeves rolled up.

I have many pairs of long gloves because my wrists get cold as I also like coats with short sleeves - what Jackie O would have called bracelet-length sleeves.

A Brooks Brothers button-down with an unfastened collar, rolled-up sleeves, and jeans makes for a comfortable, casual look.

I like to wear sleeves because they cover up my arms.

I was afraid of the dark until I was, like, 15 and slept with a nightlight.

Hilda and I slept alongside each other fully dressed, head to feet.

My parents kept me close to them. I even slept in the same room with them throughout my younger years.

I knew what I wanted to wear and I couldn't find it: I wanted that delicate jewelry that you never took off, that you showered in, that you slept in.

I like a messy hotel room. It's a little slice of home.

My desk is right next to my bed. So I sit on my bed. I write in a big notebook which is on the desk. And if I feel drowsy, I just have to slide into bed.

There is something in the micro-gestures in Australia that I just understand. It's something I grew up with - how people interact, the slight differences in language and gestures, that I just understand and it puts me at ease.