Quotes About Sleep

O for the night that was ending, for the sleep and the wakefulness, the toughness and tenderness mixed, the sweet temper, the safety in darkness. Would such a night ever return?

The best bridge between despair and hope is a good night's sleep.

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

Bad dreams? -Just dreams.

One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams.

They too entered the world of dreams- that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity.

The peace of the country was entering into her. It has no commerce with memory, and little with hope. Least of all is it concerned with the hopes of the next five minutes. It is the peace of the present, which passes understanding. Its murmur came "now," and "now" once more as they trod the gravel, and "now," as the moonlight fell upon their father's sword. They passed upstairs, kissed, and, and amidst the endless iterations fell asleep.

There is no us, and you know that as well as I do. There can't be. This is just a dream we're having. While all our friends sleep.

Not in the mornings, I'm always so tired in the morning.

Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.

Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.

All your thoughts are in another head. Your dreams are sleepin' in a different bed. The force that moves you is a circular breath of life and death going round and round and round.

In short, our gentleman became so caught up in reading that he spent his nights reading from dusk till dawn and his days reading from sunrise to sunset, and so with too little sleep and too much reading his brains dried up, causing him to lose his mind.

Don't fight with the pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.

Cut if you will with sleep's dull knife The years from off your life, my friend! The years that death takes off my life, He'll take from off the other end!

Along my body, waking while I sleep, Sharp to the kiss, cold to the hand as snow, The scar of this encounter like a sword

All night there isn't a train goes by, Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, But I see its cinders red on the sky, And hear its engine steaming.

Con este consuelo me metí en la cama y traté de dormirme repitiendo para mis adentros la hora en que quería despertarme, pues sé que el subconsciente, además de desvirtuar nuestra infancia, tergiversar nuestros afectos, recordarnos lo que ansiamos olvidar, revelarnos nuestra abyecta condición y destrozarnos, en suma, la vida, cuando se le antoja y a modo de compensación, hace las veces de despertador.

Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet.

Sleep: a poor substitute for caffeine.

Consciousness: that annoying time between naps.

For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves.

The best cure for insomnia is a Monday morning.

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet… but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.