Quotes About Sleep

A ghost grew out of the shadowy air, And sat in the midst of her moony hair. In her gleamy hair she sat and wept; In the dreamful moon they lay and slept; The shadows above, and the bodies below, Lay and slept in the moonbeams slow. And she sang, like the moan of an autumn wind Over the stubble left behind.

Or, if needing years to wake thee From thy slumbrous solitudes, Come, sleep-walking, and betake thee To the friendly, sleeping woods. Sweeter dreams are in the forest, Round thee storms would never rave; And when need of rest is sorest, Glide thou then into thy cave.

He has not yet learned that the day begins with sleep! said the woman, turning to her husband. Tell him he must rest before he can do anything!

No one who will not sleep can ever wake.

Come; come! He who cannot act must make haste to sleep!

His whole mind and body seemed to be afflicted with an unbearable sensitivity, a sort of transparency, which made every movement, every sound, every contact, every word that he had to speak or listen to, an agony. Even in sleep he could not altogether escape form her image.

He was safe, everything was all right. He fell asleep murmuring Sanity is not statistical, with the feeling that this remark contained in it a profound wisdom.

Sleep had ceased to be a mere physical necessity; it was something voluptuous, and debauch more than a relief.

If this was history it did not feel like it. It was more like a bad period at the front, when men were short and we had to do abnormal hours of guard-duty; instead of being heroic one just had to stay at one's post, bored, dropping with sleep and completely uninterested as to what it was all about.

That night I was so excited over my success I could hardly sleep

Why must all nighttime farm windows be orange? is a sweet mystery to think upon as down to sleep you

What silence rules the ghostly hours That guard the close of human sleep! ("The Testimony of the Suns")

nightmares about

The reflection upon my situation and that of this army produces many an uneasy hour when all around me are wrapped in sleep. Few people know the predicament we are in.

TO WHOM LIFE IS AN EXPERIENCE TO BE CARRIED AS FAR AS POSSIBLE... I have not meant to express my thought but to help you clarify what you yourself think... You are not any more different from me than your right leg is from your left, but what joins us is THE SLEEP OF REASON—WHICH PRODUCES MONSTERS. —Theory of Religion

The fascination of sleep, which pits the lure of the void against the obstinacy of an impotent will, is an obstacle that life has perhaps never surmounted.

It seems we only sleep well in our own bed.

Parfois, tu rêves que le sommeil est une morte lente qui te gagne, une anestésie douce et terrible à la fois, une nécrose heureuse : le froid monte le long de tes jambes, le long de tes bras, monte lentement, t'engourdit, t'annihile. Ton orteil est une montagne lointaine, ta jambe un fleuve, ta joue est ton oreiller, tu loges tout entier dans ton pouce, tu fonds, tu coules comme du sable, comme du mercure.

As soon as you close your eyes, the adventure of sleep begins. -from A Man Asleep

It was a great gift of his, being able to sleep anywhere, at any time, and forget his worries from one second to the next.

There's no such word as "finish" in the vocabulary of a working kennel,' I said. 'By then, it'll be feeding time. It's always feeding time or cleaning-out time or walking time.' 'Or singing them to sleep time?' 'Now you're getting it.' I said.

Their clothes were drab and they had to work hard all day. But they kept fit that way, and slept well.

They were soon asleep again. They did not know that Joe had asked Mr. Hill to come because he could show them a big black bear. They did not know that Mr. Hill and the bear were good friends. The bear knew that he would find food wherever Mr. Hill was.

From outside the open window came a gust of cool air. The children snuggled deeper under the fluffy blankets that Aunt Judy had set out for them, and one by one they drifted asleep.