Quotes About Sleep

I couldn't get to sleep until four in the morning. Nobody knew. You pick up the morning paper in Chicago, and it says, 'N.Y. at Detroit (n.).' I mean, doesn't a man have a Constitutional right to the box scores?

A recent study of three thousand New England high-school kids shows that students with B averages or better enjoyed seventeen to thirty-three minutes more sleep and went to bed ten to fifty minutes earlier than students with C averages.

There's a goose asleep in the rain!

Everyone nice when asleep. But you press on one of his corns and then you see what kind of man he is.

When I said I wanted to die in my sleep, I meant I wanted to be stepped on by an elephant while making love.

Sleep is perhaps the only among life's great pleasures which need not be of short duration.

It is interesting that they sometimes say that if they were alone for long they wouldn't be able to work or play in order to get tired; and so they wouldn't be able to sleep.

Je crois que c'est les injustes qui dorment le mieux, parce qu'ils s'en foutent, alors que les justes ne peuvent pas fermer l'oeil et se font du mauvais sang pour tout.

Noaptea, mi-a fost frig, m-am sculat ÅŸi m-amdus s?-i mai pun înc? o p?tur?.

Je n'avais encore jamais vu un sourire aussi immuable et je me demandais si elle l'enlevait pour dormir.

And I found myself falling off asleep, because in that half-awake state, one's sensibilities are blunted and happiness can still hover nearby...

Lottavo contro il sonno, che è sempre un po' ladro.

Io credo che sono gli ingiusti quelli che dormono meglio, perché se ne fregano, mentre i giusti non possono chiudere occhio e si fanno il sangue marcio per tutto. Se no non sarebbero giusti.

The 'Muse' is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.

Alexander the Great slept with 'The Iliad' beneath his pillow. During the waning moon, I cradle Homer's 'Odyssey' as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

So the nymphs they spoke, we kissed and laid. By noontime's hour our love was made. Like braided chains of crocus stems, we lay entwined, I laid with them. Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea, our bodies draping wearily, we slept, I slept so lucidly, with hopes to stay this memory.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. I give her my life for our love is whole I sing her beauty in my soul.

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderess with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight. Her hands asleep beside her. Her hair draped on the lawn like a mantle of cloth. I give her my troth, for our love is whole I sing her beauty in my soul

You should not need anything to wake up. If you can't wake up without it, it's because you are either addicted to caffeine, sleep deprived, or a generally unhealthy slob. It may seem like the end of the world to give up your daily dose, especially if your rely on Starbucks as a good place to meet men. But it's not heroin, girls, and you'll learn to live without it.

We had effectively been living parallel lives, interacting with this world during the daylight hours and interacting with this alien world when we were asleep during darkness.

She yawned and stretched, and settled back again on her pillows and thought how perfect it would be if sleep could not only restore one but iron out all anxieties in the same process, so that one could wake with a totally clear and untroubled mind, as smooth and empty as a beach, washed and ironed by the outgoing tide.

Soon she cried and farted herself to sleep.

The trees were having a last bedtime drink of the great waters that flowed along down there. Like him, before they went to sleep. Beneath that layer of water he sensed beings. They moved so slowly that humans were usually not aware of their existence. But he did feel their movements down in those regions. And yet deeper, far deeper, below those beings, there was the fire of creation, which had been buried at the center of the earth by stars.