Quotes About Sleep

She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.

Emma was no asleep, she was pretending to be asleep; and, while he was dozing off at her side, she lay awake, dreaming other dreams.

Dormir. Trop dormir épaissit le sang.

na zoveel onenigheid hadden ze elkaar ten slotte gevonden in dezelfde menselijke zwakheid; en zij verroerden zich al net zomin als het lijk naast hen, dat eveneens door de slaap scheen overmand

Szeretett volna nem élni vagy mindig aludni.

Elle aurait voulu ne plus vivre, ou continuellement dormir.

O sleep! ridiculous mystery which makes faces appear so grotesque, you are the revealer of human ugliness. You uncover all shortcomings, all deformities and all defects. You turn every face touched by you into a caricature.

When he woke up in the darkness of his hot and stuffy room he felt, even before his mind began working again, that painful oppression or malaise of the soul left in us by some grief we have slept on. It seems as though the misfortune which merely grazed us the day before has worked its way during our sleep into our very flesh and is bruising and exhausting it like a fever.

As long as necessity is socially dreamed, dreaming will remain a social necessity. The spectacle is the bad dream of a modern society in chains and ultimately expresses nothing more than its wish for sleep. The spectacle is the guardian of that sleep.

Le spectacle est le mauvais rêve de la société moderne enchaînée, qui n'exprime finalement que son désir de dormir. Le spectacle est le gardien de ce sommeil.

A medida que a necessidade se encontra socialmente sonhada, o sonho se torna necessário. O espetáculo é o sonho mau da sociedade aprisionada, que só expressa afinal o seu desejo de dormir. O espetáculo é o guarda desse sono.

spectacolul este visul urat al societatii moderne incatusate, care nu e, in cele din urma, decat expresia dorintei sale de a dormi. spectacolul e paznicul acestui somn.

Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

And I? I drink, I burn, I gather dreams. And sometimes I tell a story. Because Promethea asks me for a bowl of words before she goes to sleep.

Sometimes, when it is cloudy, I can sleep.

May the merciful god, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. Death is merciful, for there is no return therefrom, but with him who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing, peace rests nevermore.

for one who sits by a sleeper is indeed alone; perhaps more alone than he can realize.

Slumber, watcher, till the spheres Six and twenty thousand years Have revolv'd, and I return To the spot where now I burn. Other stars anon shall rise To the axis of the skies; Stars that soothe and stars that bless With a sweet forgetfulness: Only when my round is o'er Shall the past disturb thy door.

When the last days were upon me, and the ugly trifles of existence began to drive me to madness like the small drops of water that torturers let fall ceaselessly upon one spot of their victims body, I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods. Once when the wind was soft and scented I heard the south calling, and sailed endlessly and languorously under strange stars.

I hear and do strange things in sleep, and awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror.

The place is not good for the imagination, and does not bring restful dreams at night.

In time he grew so impatient of the bleak intervals of day that he began buying drugs in order to increase his periods of sleep. Hasheesh helped a great deal, and once sent him to a part of space where form does not exist, but where glowing gases study the secrets of existence. And a violet-coloured gas told him that this part of space was outside what he had called infinity.

The change happened whilst I slept. Its details I shall never know; for my slumber, though troubled and dream-infested, was continuous.

The village seemed very old, eaten away at the edge like the moon which had commenced to wane, and Kuranes wondered whether the peaked roofs of the small houses hid sleep or death.