Quotes About Sleep

I want to sleep," he said, with a melodramatic roll of his eye, " Ã¢â'¬Ëœdormir plutôt que vivre'!" " Ã¢â'¬ËœDans un sommeil aussi doux que la mort …' Ã¢â'¬Â said Henry with a smile.

Unhealed trauma is behind our health, weight, addiction, sleep, and relationship issues.

NÆ°á»›c m?t ch?y trong gi?c ng? là gi?t nÆ°á»›c m?t th?t nh?t ch?y trong cuá»™c ??i c?a chúng ta. Nh?ng gi?t nÆ°á»›c m?t lúc th?c ch? là tá»± thÆ°Æ¡ng h?i mà thôi.

The stories I made up for myself changed. In the half-sleep that preceded full sleep I began to imagine the highway that went north. No real road, this highway was shadowed by tall grass and ancient trees. Moss hung low and tiny birds with gray-blue wings darted from the road's edge to the trees.

She gave up combing her hair, which the salt air had reduced to a kind of scrim of brown hessian, and, lying down, proceeded to keep her fingernails short in the way Kate admired least. Then she overslept.

Lord Peter Wimsey stretched himself luxuriously between the sheets provided by the Hotel Meurice.

But sleep is only an illusion of weakness and, unless it appeals to our protective instincts, is likely to arouse in us a nasty, bullying spirit. From a height of conscious superiority we look down on the sleeper, thus exposing himself in all his frailty, and indulge in derisive comment upon his appearance, his manners and (if the occasion is a public one) the absurdity of the position in which he has placed his companion, if he has one, and particularly if we are that companion.

Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: it is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his crown for an hour's slumber, it cannot be bought: of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an Empress, his heart cannot beat quite till he leaves her embracements to be at rest with the other: yea, so greatly indebted are we to this

How do people go to sleep? I'm afraid I've lost the knack.

I find her anecdotes more efficacious than sheep-counting, rain on a tin roof, or alanol tablets.... you will find me and Morpheus, off in a corner, necking.

I regret to say that during the first act of this, I fell so soundly asleep that the gentleman who brought me piled up a barricade of overcoat, hat, stick, and gloves between us to establish a separation in the eyes of the world, and went into an impersonation of A Young Man Who Has Come to the Theater Unaccompanied.

When you're awake, all the men go and fall for you - Sleep, pretty lady, and give me a chance (From the poem Lullaby)

Honest, I won't ever do it again. I'll go straight, after this. I'll never go to bed again, if I can only sleep now.

For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work.

Don't blame you, said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven thousand million sheep before falling asleep again a second later.

Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night. Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night. -Marvin

He lay still and quiet. He absorbed the enveloping darkness, slowly relaxed his limbs from end to end, eased and regulated his breathing, gradually cleared his mind of all thought, closed his eyes, and was completely incapable of getting to sleep.

Abilene (AB-a-lene) adj. Descriptive of the pleasing coolness on the reverse side of the pillow.

Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see in infrared, How I hate the night. Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night.

Bianchi lenzuoli irlandesi, appena inamidati, puliti, stirati, ben rimboccati - questi aggettivi erano per lui come una litania di desiderio. Da secoli nulla l'aveva attratto come ora le lenzuola. Non riusciva assolutamente a concepire come si potesse desiderare qualcos'altro. Lenzuola. E dormire. Dormire e lenzuola. Dormire nelle lenzuola. Dormire.

Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep. Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night.

Don't blame you," said Marvin and counted five hundred and ninety-seven billion sheep before falling asleep again a second later.

The latest one was a lullaby. Marvin droned, Now the world has gone to bed, Darkness won't engulf my head, I can see by infrared, How I hate the night. He paused to gather the artistic and emotional task to tackle the next verse. Now I lay me down to sleep, Try to count electric sheep, Sweet dream wishes you can keep, How I hate the night.

the recession came and we decided it would save a lot of bother if we just slept through it. So we programmed the computers to revive us when it was all over.