Quotes About Sleep

For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work.

The amount of sleep required by the average person is five minutes more.

One third of the people of the world are asleep at any given moment. The other two thirds are awake and probably stirring up trouble somewhere.

When I can't sleep, I don't count sheep. I count lovers. And by the time I reach 38 or 39, I'm asleep.

It is a common rule with primitive people not to waken a sleeper, because his soul is away and might not have time to get back.

Only one hour in the normal day is more pleasurable than the hour spent in bed with a book before going to sleep, and that is the hour spent in bed with a book after being called in the morning.

There is plenty of time to sleep in the grave

Don't forget it's daylight savings time. You spring forward, then you fall back. It's like Robert Downey Jr. getting out of bed.

There is always time for a nap.

I don't sleep much. It takes me a long time to fall asleep. I'm a bit of an insomniac but, when I fall asleep, I don't ever want to wake up.

He couldn't remember at first where he was, just knew by the fragile fog of the summer light that it was early, that his alarm clock would sleep longer than he had.

in the midst of the tumult, part ecstasy and part panic, into which all first-time mothers are thrown by sleep deprivation and headlong identity realignment.

leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill it.

Ik antwoord niet eens meer, ga op een divan liggen en slaap om de tijd, de stilte, de verschrikkelijke angst ook, te verkorten, want te doden zijn ze niet.

I worry that Jesus drinks himself to sleep when he hears me talk like this.

She slept deeply, but as usual, she did not dream. It had been months; none of them was dreaming anymore. [p. 227]

Like the moon, I want to touch places just by looking. To tell new things at three in the morning, when we're awake with rain or any sadness, or slendering through reeds of sleep, surfacing to skin.

Silence settled around us. He was asleep again, and my heart was full of sorrow that he should mourn the loss of virility so keenly and above all else. We might no longer be lovers, but we were bound together by our past that stretched over well-nigh thirteen years. Even in sleep, his fingers held mine and I knew he was pleased.

Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.

Would that death were like this. Would that one would sleep and sleep and sleep forever.

Be Warned: I sleep as the earth sleeps beneath the night sky or the winter's snow; and once awakened, I am servant to no man.

An awareness had come over him that he wasn't going to die. Loneliness in itself could not destroy him. Neglect was insufficient. And so he slept.