Quotes About Sleep

In sleep things are simpler. No regret over the past. No worry for the future. Only the present. And as bad as a dream gets, at least you get to sleep through it.

If you fall asleep at the counsel table, the first thing you say when you wake up is, 'I object!

Sleep. The ultimate resistance

There are different kinds of predators. There are the kinds who target the weak. And there are those with more of a Dexter vibe who don't lose sleep if a child abuser has a hard time on the way to the station.

And there was the nervous one who couldn't sleep but kept everyone on time and figured out which berries not to eat.

Not bad in short, though the last one [understanding the language of animals], isn't half as useful as you might expect, since when all's said and done the language of the beasts tends to revolve around: a) the endless hunt for food, b) finding a warm bush to sleep in the evening, and c) the sporadic satisfication of certain glands. (Many would argue that the language of human kind boils down to this too)

'Tis very warm weather when one's in bed.

Seven hearts the journey make. Seven ways the hearts will break. Bravest heart will carry on When sleep is death, and hope is gone. Look in the fiery jaws of fear And see the answer white and clear, Then throw away all thoughts of home, For only then your quest is done.

But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep Maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream

las redacciones de los diarios, donde la gente dormía mal, se asoleaba poco y bebía mucho.

It must be inconvenient to be made of flesh, for you must sleep and eat and drink. Those are three things that a straw man need not worry about.

Dich bedecken nicht mit Küssen nur einfach mit Deiner Decke (die Dir von der Schulter geglitten ist) daß Du im Schlaf nicht frierst. Später wenn Du erwacht bist das Fenster zumachen und Dich umarmen und Dich bedecken mit Küssen und Dich entdecken.

We are not only less reasonable and less decent in our dreams... we are also more inteligent, wiser and capable of better judgment when we are asleep than when we are awake.

Sleep is often the only occasion in which man cannot silence his conscience; we forget what we knew in our dream.

The young need their sleep and their dreams; only we who are old dream best when we are awake.

Honestly, you're as bad as Firestar," Cloudtail went on. "When he slept in here he was always muttering and twitching in his sleep. A cat couldn't get a good night's rest for all the prey in the forest.

Just as she had promised to Reedshine, Mapleshade's desire for vengeance would never sleep.

He took comfort from the warmth of her fur as he let sleep claim him at last.

The sound of a huge yawn came close to Jaypaw's ear, and Cloudtail's scent wafted over him. "Why don't you get moving?" he mumbled. "Then every cat can get a bit more sleep." "No chance." Dustpelt spoke sharply nearby. "You're coming with me and Sandstorm on the dawn patrol." "Mouse dung!" Cloudtail muttered.

Why can't I go out?" "You've just come in." "But it's a sunny day." "You need a nap." "I'm not tired." "You will be later." "I'll sleep then." "But you'll be grumpy all afternoon if you don't nap now." "No, I won't." "Yes, you will.

Where's all that annoying early-morning cheerfulness you're usually so full of?" "Well, maybe if you hadn't woken me up by dropping a fish on my head

What are you doing here?" "Looking for Cinderpelt," answered Fireheart. "Why? What do you want now?" Cinderpekt's mew sounded from inside her fern nest, and her grey head popped out. "Is that any way to great your deputy?" Yellowfang scolded, her eyes glinting with amusement. "It is when he disturbs my sleep," retorted Cinderpelt.

Good. Now, I want everyone to stand very still and close their eyes. Who is snoring? Scorchpaw, that's not nearly as funny as you think it is. Only horses sleep standing up, and if you'd like to go live with them and eat grass all day, I'm sure Blackstar can arrange it.

The memory of the dream had followed him into sleep. Fluttering Bird wanted the cats to join together. They must be like the Blazing Star and gather like petals around the heart of a flower. He was sure of it. It made sense.