Bedside Quotes

Hospitals are very extreme places – you can be in a maternity room one minute, and by someone’s bedside as they’re dying the next.

I try to eat healthy when I can, but no one can take my candy away from my bedside! I always keep it there for a treat when I wake up!

When we were growing up, Christmas used to be very different and Santa Claus used to come to us with so many gifts and we’d have a whole bunch of gifts waiting at our bedside. I still remember the thrill that we felt when we would open the wrapped gifts.

Usually, if I can’t fall asleep, you will find me catching up on a good book or zoning out with an episode of ‘The Real Housewives.’ I always have a couple books on my bedside table in various stages of completion.

My goal for children’s books is to have them become tableside or bedside classics. To me, it would be awesome to write a book that every kid would end up reading at some point in their life because influencing kids in a positive way at such a young age is really cool.

Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them during the night before they get away.

But I know somebody who has a bedside urinal. How do I compete with that?

After all, at end of the day, when you’re breathing your last, it’s not your producer, director, or cast mates by your bedside; it’s your children. Keep that in mind.

I usually have about four books on the go – a bedside book, a lavatory book, a downstairs book, and the book in my study that I read sneakily while I should be writing. Short stories for the lavatory, obviously.

In my bedroom, I have my yoga mat and the puppets I’ve made over the years, and because I’m very into smells, I have some burned sage on my bedside to help clear my head.

I attended the bedside of a friend who was dying in a Dublin hospital. She lived her last hours in a public ward with a television blaring out a football match, all but drowning our final conversation.

When we record a song, like ‘Bedside Manner,’ it’s important that the next time I write a somber, mid-tempo song that we don’t treat it the same way.

I sleep with my gun on my bedside table. I live alone; it is my protection and makes me feel safer.

One of the maddening ironies of writing books is that it leaves so little time for reading others’. My bedside is piled with books, but it’s duty reading: books for book research, books for review. The ones I pine for are off on a shelf downstairs.

I have ‘The Economist’ and the ‘New Scientist’ on my bedside table – and ‘GQ,’ of course.

The growing professional disciplines of medical ethics and bioethics have had a profound impact on researchers, bedside doctors, associations of physicians, and government.

I still find the best way to understand a hospitalized patient whose care I am taking over is not by staring at the computer screen but by going to see the patient; it’s only at the bedside that I can figure out what is important.

You can’t show up at the bedside and then turn on your skills. You have to keep your game sharp all the time.

I tell residents, if you gave me two patients with identical problems, and one of them had family at the bedside with a lot of laughter, plus photos and a quilt from home, and next door was another patient who was alone every time I came by – I’m going to be very nervous about the isolated patient’s mental status.

I always have several books on the go at any one moment, so it’s no good you asking ‘What’s on the bedside table at the moment, Emma?’ because often I can’t even see the table!

Bedside manners are no substitute for the right diagnosis.

In 2009, I fractured my skull in a freak accident at an L.A. restaurant. I suffered a seizure and was rushed into hospital. I was so out of it that I refused to let them scan my brain. My dad rushed to my bedside and talked me into having the CAT scan – he told me that I might die if I didn’t go through with it.

A thoughtful cup of tea brought to your bedside each morning means more to me than the huge bouquet of flowers bought once a year.

I write everything down. I e-mail the second I think of something, or I write notes in my BlackBerry calendar. I set up reminder alerts on my phone. And I have a notebook by my bedside so I can write down any last-minute ideas.

I do read newspapers constantly and my ‘Jesus Calling’ devotional on my way to work each day. In addition, my Bible is on my bedside table and my ‘go to’ for advice and direction.

I usually plan to read a book for a half-hour before bed, but then I end up staying awake until 3 A.M. to finish it. Fortunately, my dog doesn’t mind when I keep the bedside lamp on.

I’m still a bit of a reading glutton, I think, because I browse, read a bit of the back copy, flip through the book, read a bit of the text, and if it still seems fascinating, I read it. That’s why my bedside table is so cluttered: I want to imbibe it all.

My father had a handgun on the bedside table, and we were all taught to handle firearms.

What is for sale, what is not? If we really think that making your apologies to your wife or reading a bedside story to your child are activities that we can pay a stranger to do, then, without moralising, what has happened to us?

I’m not lonely, and I think that has a lot to do with what’s on my bedside table rather than what’s in my bed.