Monster Under The Bed Quotes & Sayings

It wallowed in its water-bed; it burrowed, heaved and swung;
It gnawed its way ahead with grunts and sighs;
Its bill of fare was rock and sand; the tailings were its dung;
It glared around with fierce electric eyes.
Full fifty buckets crammed its maw;
it bellowed out for more;
It looked like some great monster in the gloom. — Robert W. Service

A monster's worst fear is of being found. — Richelle E. Goodrich

We all have scars." Nathaniel looked him straight in the eyes. "Only some of us wear ours on the inside. They don't change who we are, only who we might've been. They change the way we see the world around us. People like you and me, we know bad things happen. We know what real pain is, and we know that sometimes there really is a monster under the bed. We don't have the luxury the rest of the world does. We can't pretend those things aren't real, that life is all sunshine and rainbows. We know different, we've seen too much to believe otherwise. Wear your scars as a badge of honor. They show the world you were strong enough to survive. Don't let them make you feel like you need to hide. — Lynley Wayne

Haven't you guessed by now? I'm a monster. I don't hide under your bed or in your closet. I don't lurk in dark corners or only come out at night. — Yolanda Olson

Oh God, the pain seemed to be waking up everywhere, like a monster coming alive in the dark under my bed. — Mia Sheridan

I spent my whole life afraid of you. You were the monster under the bed and the devil who stole my soul. — B.B. Reid

I'm like the monster that hides under your bed, waiting till the moment your breath evens out, and your eyes close to attack. — J.L. Beck

The devil's spirit's trapped inside me. My soul is possessed by this devil my new name is Rain Man. So I keep conjuring (demons), sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn (Satan) from. I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying. Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the monster that's under my bed. Get along with the voices inside of my head. — Eminem

...On their first day in the new house, Addams had gotten up in the dark. From the surrounding swamp came bloodcurdling screams - the sound of possums mating, Tee later speculated, though it was perhaps a fisher, the dark-colored marten who stalked the wetlands, rooting rabbits from their nests. Addams returned to bed. "Someone is murdering babies in the swamp," he said. "Oh darling," came the sleepy reply from the pillows, "I forgot to tell you about the neighbors."

"All my life I wanted to live in one of those Addams Family houses, but I've never achieved that," Addams had recently told a reporter. "I do my best to add little touches," he said. ...Still, he conceded, "it's hard to convert a ranch-type house into a Victorian monster." — Linda H. Davis

It seemed funny that one day I would go to bed in her arms and the next not feel anything, like a switch had gone off. But no, that wasn't honest either. This had been building for a long time. Our silences were getting longer. Our arguments more frequent. How do you stay with someone when there are no dreams to build? No purpose to accomplish? No meaning? No meaning - that was the monster that drove us away from one another in the end. Always. — Steven L. Peck

Whatever. I know that when a monster is chasing you. You take your high-heeled shoes off. I've learned that ... And you never, ever dangle your legs over the edge of the bed at night ... And clowns, well, you get rid of them right away; they are just way too freaky. If the monster doesn't get you, the clown sure will. — Patti Roberts

It was more like two scared kids huddling in the dark when they knew the monster under the bed wasn't just real, but was holding a grudge. — Laurell K. Hamilton

Up before sunrise. Marjorie hated getting out of bed in the dark, but loved the payoff once she was dressed and rolling down the country roads in the first light, cruising and owning them almost alone. The countryside here used to be a lot more interesting, though. She remembered it in her girlhood - orchards, small ranches, farmhouses, each one of these houses a distinct personality... Money, she thought wryly, scanning the endless miles of grapevines, all identically wired and braced and drip-lined, mile after mile - money was such a powerful organizer.

As the dawn light gained strength, and bathed the endless vines in tarnished silver, it struck her that there was, after all, something scary about money, that it could run loose in the world like a mythic monster, gobbling up houses and trees, serving strictly its own monstrous appetite. ("The Growlimb") — Michael Shea

When there's a monster under your bed sometimes it really is best not to look. — Jocelynn Drake

The big bad monster wasn't green and hiding under the bed, it wore tasteless floral prints, bright scarlet lipstick and sat in the kitchen smoking and saying 'bollocks' alot. — Jo Brand

A second later, Ron had snatched his arm back from around her shoulders; she had dropped The Monster Book of Monsters on his foot. The book had broken free from its restraining belt and snapped viciously at Ron's ankle.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Hermione cried as Harry wrenched the book from Ron's leg and retied it shut.
"What are you doing with all those books anyway?" Ron asked, limping back to his bed.
"Just trying to decide which ones to take with us," said Hermione. "When we're looking for the Horcruxes."
"Oh, of course," said Ron, clapping a hand to his forehead. "I forgot we'll be hunting down Voldemort in a mobile library."
"Ha ha," said Hermione, looking down at Spellman's Syllabary. — J.K. Rowling

I have a monster under my bed, and it's Mouse. — Jim Butcher

And everybody dreams about vampires; we grow up dreaming about them. They're the first and worst monster that lives under everybody's bed. — Robin McKinley

Monsters did exist. They didn't hide under the bed, though. They stormed through the fucking door and stole away everything we loved.
To defeat a monster, I had to become one. — Keri Lake

The monsters were never
under my bed.
Because the monsters
were inside my head.


I fear no monsters,
for no monsters I see.
Because all this time
the monster has been me. — Nikita Gill

He was the monster from under my bed, the villain in my dreams, and the man who took everything from me - and would be the one to take my life. — Jack Jordan

Then Joe said, "I know what it was - split personality - when a man is two people at once."

"Huh?" Danny grunted.

"Sure. I saw it on another TV horror show," said Joe. "There was this good guy, and when the moon was full he turned into a monster - "

"Don't be silly," Danny said. "The moon isn't even out now."

"Is that all you watch on TV, Joe?" Irene asked, pursing up her lips. "Horror movies?"

"Nope." Joe shook his head. "I only watch those before going to bed."

"Hmf," Irene sniffed. "Your parents shouldn't allow you to watch such
things."

"They don't," Joe grinned. — Jay Williams

I didn't want to know that the monster that lived under your bed when you were a kid not only really is there but used to have a few beers with your dad. — Robin McKinley

A little boy who's discovered the monster under the bed is actually real, and it's screwing Mommy. — Laurell K. Hamilton

Never tell to much. The monster is always scarier when it is still under the child's bed. — Stephen King

Dimitri: "You're burned in my mind forever. There's nothing, nothing in this world that could ever change that'"
Rose: "And it was memories like that that made it hard to even comprehend this quest to kill him, even if he is a Strigoi. Yet . at the same time, it was exactly memories like that that ... i had to destroy him. I needed to remember him as the man who'd love me and held me in bed. I needed to remember that that man would'nt want to stay a monster. — Richelle Mead

This used to be a mean monster until he got sick one winter with the flu & stayed in bed & watched too much Little House on the Prairie & now the littlest thing & he starts to cry. — Brian Andreas

You could share your bed with a monster, lay your head on the same pillow next to a head filled with murder and madness. Magnus had done it himself. — Cassandra Clare

I sat on the bed. Neither of us said anything. I wasn't slick and sophisticated enough for this. What do you say to boyfriend A when he finds you naked in the bed of boyfriend B? Especially if boyfriend A turned into a monster the night before and ate someone. I bet Miss Manners didn't cover this at all. — Laurell K. Hamilton

I pity the woman who will love you
when I am done. She will show up
to your first date with a dustpan
and broom, ready to pick up all the pieces
I left you in. She will hear my name so often
it will begin to dig holes in her. That
is where doubt will grow. She will look
at your neck, your thin hips, your mouth,
wondering at the way I touched you.
She will make you all the promises I did
and some I never could. She will hear only
the terrible stories. How I drank. How I lied.
She will wonder (as I have) how someone
as wonderful as you could love a monster
like the woman who came before her. Still,
she will compete with my ghost.
She will understand why you do not look
in the back of closets. Why you are afraid
of what's under the bed. She will know
every corner of you is haunted
by me. — Clementine Von Radics

Really, boy, unless you're ready to deal with the monster, you shouldn't go looking under the bed. — Stefan Petrucha

What are you?" she asked. "A monster," said Kell hoarsely. "You'd better let me go." The girl gave a small, mocking laugh. "Monsters don't faint in the presence of ladies." "Ladies don't dress like men and pick pockets," retorted Kell. Her smile only sharpened. "What are you really?" "Tied to your bed," said Kell matter-of-factly. "And?" His brow furrowed. "And in trouble. — Victoria Schwab

Once I had her clean, I wrapped her in a towel and carried her back to the bed. A small red bloodstain was on the sheets, and again the possessive monster inside me threw back his head and roared his pleasure. I stood there holding her and letting the proof I was the only man to be inside her wash over me.
Blythe turned her head, and I felt her stiffen in my arms. "Oh, I can clean that up," she said, starting to wiggle.
I pulled her tighter to my chest. "No. I'm going to dry you off and hold you some more. I like seeing that blood. I did that," The pleasure in my voice made Blythe smile. — Abbi Glines

Well I'm a 5 year old at heart; I still think that there is a monster under my bed - and I'm not joking. It's pathetic, it's really not cute. — Eva Mendes

You're burned into my mind forever. There is nothing, nothing in this world that will ever change that.
And it was memories like that that made it so hard to comprehend this quest to kill him, even if he was a Strigoi. Yet ... at the same time I had to destroy him. I needed to remember him as the man who'd loved me and held me in bed. I needed to remember that that man would not want to stay a monster. — Richelle Mead

I read you guys your bedtime story, go to bed!" my sister shouted as she put water into the
kettle.
"But Mom," a small voice whined. I smirked, ready for what my sister was about to bestow.
"But nothing, you two bet - -"
I interrupted, unable to control myself. "Get back into bed before the monster tries to bite your
ankles! — Ottilie Weber

True monsters are not those lurking under the bed, but the ones sleeping in it. — Silje Akselberg Iversen

I'm a bed monster. — Natalie Dormer

Why worry about the monster beneath the bed when a very real bogeyman sleeps on top of it? — Lisa Gardner

As he returned to the bed, he could see Vallant eyeing him warily, but he ignored this, sat on the opposite end and braced the pad on his knee.
You think after all that, I will leave? What sort of monster do you take me for? You think I could be that callous? No better than the piece of filth who used you, nor the soulless fiend who sold you?
He ripped off the page and handed it over, but he began a second note even before Vallant had taken the first from his hand.
Is this bastard still alive? I assume not, that Rodger had him strangled? He had to pause, forcing his grip on the pencil to lighten before he went on. I want his name, if he isn't already dispatched. I'm not without resources or influence. And I'm very difficult to prosecute. — Heidi Cullinan

I've always been curious about the monster that lives under your bed. Even at 30 years old you lean over the bed to see if there's something under there, potentially. — Matt Barr

It"s easier to believe there's a monster under the bed if you've spent the last six months arguing with a monster. — Chuck Klosterman

The main thing I sense is...darkness." As soon as the words were out I realized how awful they sounded, so I rushed to clarify, "But it's not a bad darkness. It's more like a warm-summer-night kind of darkenss, not the monster-under-the-bed kind of darkness. — Kristen Day

Anyone can write a story based on the kind of horror where you see a guy in car and then there's the bad guy in the back seat. It's infantile to rely on that for telling a story. That's like going to bed and thinking there's a monster under your bed. It's silly. — Sergio Aragones

Cool! I don't have to be told twice. I'm a monster not a Morin. He moved quickly back to the bed. — P.C. Cast

In the dream house, the boy listened for the monster under his bed. — Keith Donohue

My mother always told me
No monster lived beneath my bed,
But she had failed to warn me
It laid on top of it instead. — Erin Hanson

Vampires were fairy tales and magic. They were the wolf in the forest that ran ahead to grandmother's house, the video game big boss who could be hunted without guilt, the monster that tempted you into its bed, the powerful eternal beast one might become. The beautiful dead, la belle mort. — Holly Black