Quotes About Sleep

Apropos of sleep, that sinister adventure of all our nights, we may say that men go to bed daily with an audacity that would be incomprehensible if we did not know that it is the result of ignorance of the danger. -Baudelairei

That was when I waked half of Arkham with my screaming as I plunged madly up from the abyss of sleep.

But most of the men of Teloth yawned, and some laughed and some went away to sleep; for Iranon told nothing useful, singing only his memories, his dreams, and his hopes.

To become a better runner, you need to: 1) adapt a proper diet, 2) lower body fat, 3) avoid smoking and heavy drinking, 4) obtain adequate sleep, and 5) exercise regularly. Do that, and you also can add years to your life.

Asta Sollilja slept on, her head in the corner, mouth open, chin up, and head back, with one hand under her ear and the other half-open on the coverlet as if she thought in her sleep that someone would come and lay happiness in her palm.

The drowsiness of midnight, so sweet, so heavy, began again to flow through his limbs; and little by little, like a hundred grains of sand, his consciousness filtered down into the abyss of his sleep-world until oblivion had once more filled it full.

Now, watching her sleep, and closing his eyes, he felt, in this particular intimacy - stowed beneath her duvet - that he was intruding. At the same time, he knew, settling down, you couldn´t dislike anyone you'd seen sleep

Then he would cry, but what nobody knows nobody cares for; so he would cry till he was tired, and then fall asleep; and while we are asleep we can feel neither hunger nor thirst. Ah, yes; sleep is a capital invention.

Weißt du, warum man so auf seinen Schlaf erpicht ist? Nur um ein paar Tage länger jung auszusehen? Ach, und wenn dann der Schlaf kommt und man träumt, dann ist man uralt, und kein Engel ist da; man liegt da wie ein Stück Holz im Moor, ewig, und kann nicht sterben. Und das alles zur Strafe, weil man ein einziges Mal wach gewesen ist, als der Engel da saß und man dachte: Nun brauche ich nie mehr zu schlafen.

But grief likes to hide behind bushes. It enjoys leaping out of nowhere, startling you, mocking you, stripping away your pretense of normalcy. Grief lulls you to sleep, thus making that blindside hit all the more jarring.

People are tough. We're evolved for less food; more exercise; less sleep; less security; more paranoia. The irony is that we're so good at what we do. We strive for more food; less exercise; more sleep; more security; less paranoia - and we've succeeded.

I'd rather sleep on the bus than in the hotel because I sleep way better on tour buses.

I go out, but not too much. When I'm on tour, I just write a lot of music and sleep.

In the past, when I'd recorded during a break in a tour, it was so easy to sing, because I felt strong. Also, like so many new mothers, I wasn't getting a lot of sleep, and sleeping is such a huge part of being able to sing.

I'm very fit on tour. I try to eat well, try to sleep. But it's still rock n' roll.

I'm definitely sleep deprived - it is so hard to sleep on a tour bus! It moves around so much, and we have really weird time schedules.

I'm a very good sleeper, especially during a tournament; I usually get eight hours a night, even before a big match.

Rest is huge because if you're sleep-deprived, that can definitely run into the mental side of the game and can definitely hurt your game if you're playing tournament golf.

I didn't do anything special after the French Open, after winning the tournament. I just had a nice dinner with my team and family, but I was so exhausted that I went to sleep early and couldn't stay up.

Meditation gives you back one or two sleep cycles every time you do it. Do it every day and it goes quite a long way towards helping insomnia.

Try as I might, I cannot fall asleep before 2am. I sometimes try, putting tea towels over the clocks and forcing myselt to go to bed at 12.30am. I never win.

Bedtime rituals for children ease the way to the elsewhere of slumber - teeth brushing and pajamas, the voice of a parent reading, the feel and smell of the old blanket or toy, the nightlight glowing in a corner.

They managed to sleep together, but there wasn't enough for dreaming.

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's aware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over then there'll be time enough to sleep.