Quotes About Sleep

No, even when I'm on the verge of sleep I shall never again boast that nothing can surprise me. Now that this year is past, the next year will be just as full of surprises as the first. One never stops learning.

Tout à coup on perd pied dans les ténèbres fangeuses du sommeil, mais un tressaillement, et on refait surface aussitôt.

people don't respect the morning. An alarm clock violently wakes them up, shatters their sleep like the blow of an ax, and they immediately surrender themselves to deadly haste. Can you tell me what kind of day can follow a beginning of such violence? What happens to people whose alarm clock daily gives them a small electric shock? Each day they become more used to violence and less used to pleasure.

Even at the age of eight she would fall asleep by pressing one hand into the other and making believe she was holding the hand of the man whom she loved, the man of her life. So if in her sleep she pressed Tomas hand with such tenacity, we can understand why: she had been training since childhood.

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

Fare l'amore con una donna e dormire con una donna sono due passioni non solo diverse, ma quasi opposte. L'amore non si manifesta col desiderio di fare l'amore (desiderio che si applica a una quantità infinita di donne) ma col desiderio di dormire insieme (desiderio che si applica a un' unica donna).

Fare l'amore con una donna e dormire con una donna sono due passioni non solo diverse, ma quasi opposte. L'amore non si manifesta con il desiderio di fare l'amore [...] ma col desiderio di dormire insieme.

Tomas se disait: coucher avec une femme et dormir avec elle, voilà deux passions non seulement différentes mais presque contradictoires. L'amour ne se manifeste pas par le désir de faire l'amour (ce désir s'applique à une innombrable mutitude de femmes) mais par le désir du sommeil partagé (ce désir-là ne concerne qu'une seule femme).

O amor não se manisfesta pelo desejo de fazer amor ( esse se aplica a uma multidão), mas pelo desejo do sono compartilhado ( esse desejo diz respeito a um só).

He yearned for one long embrace with Sabina, yearned never to say another sentence, another word, to let his orgasm fuse with that orgiastic thunder of music. And lulled by that blissful imaginary uproar, he fell asleep.

Mit einer Frau zu schlafen und mit einer Frau einzuschlafen sind nicht nur zwei verschiedene, sondern geradazu gegensätzliche Leidenschaften. Liebe äußert sich nicht im Verlangen nach Liebesakt (dieses Verlangen betrifft unzählige Frauen), sondern im Verlangen nach dem gemeinsamen Schlaf (dieses Verlangen betrifft nur eine einzelne Frau).

L'amour ne se manifeste pas par le désir de faire l'amour (ce désir s'applique à une innombrable multitude de femmes) mais par le désir du sommeil partagé (ce désir-là ne concerne qu'une seule femme).

Il lui racontait à mi-voix des contes qu'il inventait pour elle, des riens, des mots rassurants ou drôles qu'il répétait d'un ton monotone. Dans la tête de Tereza, ces mots se muaient en visions confuses qui la menaient au premier rêve. Il avait tout pouvoir sur son sommeil et elle s'endormait à la seconde qu'il avait choisie.

Dragostea nu se manifest? prin dorinÅ£a de a face dragoste (aceast? dorin?? se manifest? la un num?r nesfârÅŸit de femei), ci prin dorinÅ£a somnului în doi (dorin?? ce se refer? la o singur? femeie).

Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite num-ber of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limit-ed to one woman).

It's my first love what I dreaming of when I go to bed, when I lay my head upon my pillow.

We sleep together in the dark but confuse light with love.

Let's contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before Love, - Only sleep.

She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And puts out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.

I love crispy, cool sheets.

Sure my love is all crostLike a bud in the frostAnd there's no use at all in my going to bed,For 't is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head!

Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.

While man can still his body keep Wine or love drug him to sleep, Waking he thanks the Lord that he Has body and its stupidity.

... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.