Quotes About Sleep

A tiredness crept over her that would shame narcoleptics. She could sleep anytime, anywhere, in any position. No hyperbole. I mean, we'd be at the dinner table, and I'd be in mid-sentence when I'd detect a fresh, eerie silence in the room, the kind that didn't sound to my blind man's ears like somebody listening. I'd just carry on with dinner, and hope that she'd made it to bed this time.

I love crispy, cool sheets.

Just before I fell asleep, I had a moment of panic ...

Now go and get some rest; you look like a cat dragged you backward through a blackberry bush.

Rose had never been one to fantasize about guys and romance … but she couldn't help her thoughts as she watched her delicious mentor sleep, his handsome face appearing younger in rest. She couldn't help but imagine that her future on the run might not be so desolate if she had someone who excited her by her side.

He longed for it to be winter. A cold wind would blow, the sea would pound, and he would rise cheerful and fit from a delicious sleep beneath warm blankets. Then would come days in which he would write his great novel. The kettle would boil and hot coffee would froth in his cup. In the garden the citron would flower beneath a brilliant moon, its branches dripping fragrance. The starry sky would sweeten the soft silence and Hemdat would pour the dew of his soul into the sea-blue night.

Çocuklu?umdan beri belki ilk defa olarak; hayat?m?n sebepsizli?ini ve bo?lu?unu dü?ünerek içim ezilmeden , "Bugün de geçti i?te…Ve bütün günlerim hep böyle geçecek sonra ne olacak sanki!" demeden uykuya dald?m.

Per la prima volta fin dall'infanzia andai a dormire senza affliggermi per la mia esistenza vuota e insignificante, e mi addormentai senza disperarmi per la giornata appena trascorsa, che era solo una ripetizione della precedente e non sarebbe stata diversa nemmeno il giorno dopo.

I'd only stop talking when... I disappeared, or when I slept, which is the same as disappearing but horizontally.

Does that sort of blatantly lascivious glance generally sway women to jump into your bed?" she asked tartly. "Often enough to make it worth the attempt.' He grinned. "Besides, it need only work occasionally. "a man must sleep sometime.

Whoever said confession was good for the soul hadn't been forced to take one after half a night's sleep.

Inert minds are not a problem. Someone who is very simpleminded and whose intellect is still not effervescent has no trouble. He eats well and sleeps well. It is only people who think too much who cannot eat and sleep properly! Simpleminded people perform all the activities of the body far better than the so-called intellectuals of the world.

Why put the head towards the north? Traditionally, in India, they tell you not to sleep with your head to the north. This is valid only when you are in the northern hemisphere. If you go to the southern hemisphere, say Australia, you should not put your head towards the south.

When people feel insecure they want to drink and sleep, because sleep is just a small manifestation of death.

Stir up thy mind, and recall thy wits again from thy natural dreams, and visions, and when thou art perfectly awoken, and canst perceive that they were but dreams that troubled thee, as one newly awakened out of another kind of sleep look upon these worldly things with the same mind as thou didst upon those, that thou sawest in thy sleep.

But we have to sleep sometime.… Agreed. But nature set a limit on that—as it did on eating and drinking. And you're over the limit. You've had more than enough of that. But not of working. There you're still below your quota.

Because you may think a bed is a peaceful thing, Sir, and to you it may mean rest and comfort and a good night's sleep. But it isn't so for everyone; and there are many dangerous things that may take place in a bed.

I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.

But unshed tears can turn rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue. My bad nights were beginning. I couldn't sleep.

Why can't I believe? she asked the darkness. Behind her eyelids she saw an animal. It was golden colour, with gentle green eyes and canine teeth, and curly wool instead of fur. It opened its mouth, but it did not speak. Instead, it yawned. It gazed at her. She gazed at it. You are the effect of a carefully calibrated blend of plant toxins, she told it. Then she fell asleep.

On the edge of sleep I thought: It's as if I never existed, because no trace of me remains, I have left no marks. And that way I cannot be followed. It is almost the same as being innocent. And then I slept.

Sleeping in your clothes makes you tired. The clothes are crumpled, and also your body underneath them. I feel as if I've been rolled into a bundle and thrown on the floor.

I'm dreaming that I am awake.