Quotes About Sleep

I shall have a beautiful dream tonight. I also wish everyone to have a beautiful dream.

Insomniacs will be familiar with that disastrous moment as you lie there in the dark, with your eyes shut, when you think, 'What does my brain actually have to do to make me become asleep? What is the difference between that state and this? Why is the weird, invisible change not happening tonight?'

My kids probably stay up too late. My wife goes to bed around 3 A.M., and I follow around 7 A.M., but it works.

It is said that the effect of eating too much lettuce is 'soporific'.

Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.

You feel good if you've done hard work. You sleep better. You get stuck in your head if you have too much time to think.

You got paid on Friday, go for a late-night poker game, and have no money on Saturday. But the RSC took your rent out of the paycheck, so at least you had a place to sleep.

For my eyes, I think an eyelash curler makes me look much more awake, even when I haven't gotten much sleep. It's a really important tool for a mom to have. The MAC one works for me.

One night I couldn't sleep at three in the morning and I thought, I'm going to color-coordinate my closet. And I did. There's a whole system. It goes from white to black and then all the colors in the middle. Then it goes by tank tops to T-shirts to long sleeves, and then it goes to the next color. Then it goes to sweaters the same way.

No matter how bad you make the torture scenes, the reality was much worse. Because you cannot put on screen 70 days and nights with no sleep. And this is the easiest part of the torture.

We're not co-sleeping. I'm all for what people want to do in their home, but I need my bed. I'm a terrible sleeper... I toss and turn and flip, and it would just be a disaster if there were a baby there. And I think it's important for a kid to have their own space.

I don't know any kid that's not afraid at some point going to bed with the lights off, totally. That's why they make nightlights.

Grief lingers, and the ache of loss; those things don't change. But seeping into every leaf, a little guilty burns away each autumn, and falls, spinning down the river. Winter's long sleep begins, and with each spring the tree wales knowing mercifully less than it did the year before.

In this makeshift place Willie Dunne discovered a peace of sorts. Yes the wild guns struck their great notes in the distance like the bells of a horrific city. Hearts asleep in the shires of England close upon the sea must heard them too. But he fell down between the boards of memory and sleep like a penny in an old floor. But he fell down between the boards of memory and sleep like a penny in an old floor. He lay there in the dust of nowhere, sunken and alone.

Lighting some fine incense and then lying down alone to sleep. Looking into a Chinese mirror that's a little clouded.

Inte stort dugde han till: han hade mest av allt lust att sova och äta, och därnäst tyckte han om att ställa till odygd.

Maybe when I'd dead, he thought. Maybe when I'm dead I'll get some goddamned sleep.

Eventually I fall asleep, savoring the melancholy pleasures of victory. I wake with a start to a muffled sound: the wolves could not wait for us to withdraw; they are already devouring the bodies.

Dehydration Humiliation Degradation Mind castration And the sky is black And the one next to you Keeps thinking that they're having a heart attack. Desolation On medication Nurse nurse nurse Can't sleep easy Nurse nurse nurse Are you fucking with me ECT fucking did a thing on me ECT did a job on me ECT did a job on me ECT did a job on me. Pinned Down Pinned Down.

When you get tired of worrying and mourning your horse and trying not to be afraid, tell me and I'll do it for you a while so you can shut your eyes and sleep peaceful.

Rin slept inside the oak's thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.

Miri woke to the sleepy bleating of a goat. The world was as dark as eyes closed, but perhaps the goats could smell dawn seeping through the cracks in the house's stone walls. Though still half-asleep, she was aware of the late autumn chill hovering just outside her blanket, and she wanted to curl up tighter and sleep like a bear through frost and night and day.

Bury the embers, extinguish the spark We plunge ourselves in the well of dark Far from voices that trouble and chatter Down, deep down, where worries don't matter Our minds all teem with the unseen thing But night is a blink and sleep but a dream Wake, wake, see things as they seem

The dead cannot sleep long when the moon is round The dead toss and turn deep in the muddy ground The dead never rest well in the living house The dead hear the secrets the owl tells the mouse