Quotes About Sleep

Just as he dropped with a jerk into the pit of unconsciousness, he thought how odd it was that he was falling asleep in his sleep. When he entered the dream that he was dreaming, later, it was a dream within the dream he dreamed originally when he lay down in his bed.

After weeping, he often fell into the sweetest dreams.

Then his head tipped down on his chest and he fell into the instant sleep of the ancient and the very young.

In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well... I wasn't entirely alone... It's not possible to sleep alone...

Suddenly he fell asleep in the candlelight. After a while I got up to look at his face. He slept like everybody else. He looked quite ordinary. There ought to be some mark by which to distinguish good from the bad.

There's something sad about people going to bed. You can see they don't give a damn whether they're getting what they want out of life or not, you can see they don't even try to understand what we're here for. They just don't care. Americans or not, they sleep no matter what, they're bloated mollusks, no sensibility, no trouble with their conscience.

Hiçbir ÅŸey aç?klanamaz. Dünyan?n tek bildiÄŸi ÅŸey uyurken bir o yana bir bu yana dönen biri gibi sizi öldürmektir, dünya uyurken üstünüze aband???nda, uyuyan birinin pireleri ezdiÄŸi gibi. Böylesine bir ölüm pek ahmakça olurdu, diye düÅŸündüm, herkes gibi yani. Ä°nsanlara güvenmek demek kendini az?c?k öldürtmekle eÅŸdeÄŸerdir.

There's something sad about people going to bed. You can see they don't give a damn whether they're getting what they want out of life or not, you can see they don't even try to understand what we're here for. They just don't care. Americans or not, they sleep no matter what, they're bloated mollusks, no sensibility, no trouble with their conscience.

Les vivants qu'on égare dans les cryptes du temps dorment si bien avec les morts qu'une même ombre les confond déjà.

Al cabo del tiempo, le resultaron tan insoportables los desolados intervalos del día, que empezó a procurarse drogas a fin de aumentar sus períodos de sueño. El hachís le ayudó enormemente, y en una ocasión le trasladó a una región del espacio donde no existen las formas, pero los gases incandescentes estudian los secretos de la existencia. Y un gas violeta le dijo que esta parte del espacio estaba al exterior de lo que él llamaba el infinito.

She upset the kids. She told them a really awful story about a pet she had when she was little." "How bad could a pet story be?" "Well," Clea said, knowing this fell in the "only in our family" category, "it eviscerated her cats and could have killed my mother in her sleep. I'd say that's good for a few nightmares, wouldn't you?

He seemed so terribly weak. She would have had more respect for him if he'd told her to go fuck herself. ' I have to go to sleep' she'd scathe. Then she'd roll over, and so would he. They'd be lying there like two strangers who just happened to be sharing the same bed. It was in those moments she began to plot her escape.

the green numerals of Jo's bedside clock telling her that it was 3.08: insomniacs' hour.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

Nature seemed to have folded satisfied hands to rest, knowing that her long wintry slumber was coming upon her.

Man has to awaken to wonder - and so perhaps do peoples. Science is a way of sending him to sleep again.

Man has to awaken to wonder — and so perhaps do peoples. Science is a way of sending him off to sleep again.

I SLEPT LATE the next morning because I'd woken up every time Jack tossed or turned, worried I'd given him nightmares. When I got up, the Cobra had weighed anchor. As far as I could see, there was the flatness of the ocean

Everything is a question of sleep, says Cocteau, but he forgets the shark, which does not. Anxiety is vigilant.

In the days of Rohbeson's Slaughterhouse, flies were everywhere, crawling up the walls like living designs. I used to fall asleep looking at them. Thinking about their world. Their society. Did they have kings? Did they steal from each other? My light fixture was black-full with bodies of them. I used to think they had feelings about certain people. People who noticed them. Certain people. Me.

She felt sleep creeping up on her like a relentless tide. She tried to summon up a craving for German chocolates. Or New York traffic. Late-night television. Nope. What she really needed was currently scratching her back with the most careful of scratches, humming an off-key melody under his breath. Jessica smiled.

I'll talk to Mortimer and see what he thinks, and then get back to you tomorrow. In the meantime, you should really get to sleep and get those shared dreams going. Cale grimaced at the suggestion, and reminded him, She has a splitting headache, Bricker. I thought that was a married woman's complaint? Bricker responded quickly, and then laughed at his own joke as he hung up.

Still in Bed? Thomas had asked with amusement, as Lissianna had blinked at them. I am so glad you got at least a little rest today. I feared you'd work Greg to death while the rest of us tried to sleep.

In sleep, Ross's face was unguarded, his expression soft. It made him appear much younger. He also snored loud enough to wake the dead. It made her think it would be a good thing did she fall asleep first every night for the rest of their marriage. Annabel