Quotes About Sleep

Well, you look weird. New pajamas? Did somebody exhume you last night?" -- Kiwi, Swamplandia!

The body can be a marvel of resiliency, a cactus when it comes to sleep - capable of surviving on mere drops.

Granted, we never gave you a choice, but wouldn't you have agreed to transfer those dreams to us, knowing now what you could not know then? This sort of subjunctive calculus, nobody teaches in school. Artificial sleep, for example, "sleep for all"—who can say if we will achieve it? I keep roto-dialing strangers, begging for their surplus unconsciousness.

The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.

All shut-eye ain't sleep; all good-bye ain't gone." The Time Between

hearing again the words from the Gullah woman, All shut-eye ain't sleep; all good-bye ain't gone.

Because she needed ore than sleep. She needed oblivion.

Det bästa målet är en nattlång rast, där elden tänds och brödet bryts i hast. På ställen, där man sover blott en gång, blir sömnen trygg och drömmen full av sång.

He who sleeps half a day has won half a life.

When I want to go to sleep, I must first get a whole menagerie of voices to shut up. You wouldn't believe what a racket they make in my room.

But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.

By the time writing was invented, the Greeks and Egyptians had already learned to extract opium from poppies to facilitate sleep.

Why do cats sleep so much? Perhaps they've been trusted with some major cosmic task, an essential law of physics - such as: if there are less than 5 million cats sleeping at any one time the world will stop spinning. So that when you look at them and think, "what a lazy, good-for-nothing animal," they are, in fact, working very, very hard.

I'd fallen asleep so soundly it felt like I'd dropped into a black hole. Now I had to crawl back out, feeling my way like some underground creature startled by the light.

Come along, you need to sleep," he argued, but she pushed his hands away. "I'm just resting my eyes." "And Napoleon just had a mild interest in foreign policy. Come on.

you simply couldn't guard yourself against dreams. they attacked late at night when a person was at the most vulnerable.

I want to watch you sleeping," he said. "Go to sleep." For a long time Stephen listened to Mina breathing. He turned in the chair to look out the window, pinching himself to stay awake. The moon was not out – the night was very dark. Much later the room behind him seemed to lighten. He opened the window to let the night in, to let what was inside get out. And then, slowly, he turned around to look at what was there. Mina is there. She is a vision.

I began to realize why most people went to sleep in the night-time – it was easier. A whole lot easier.

Let us take some event in the life of humanity. For instance, war. There is a war going on at the present moment. What does it signify? It signifies that several millions of sleeping people are trying to destroy several millions of other sleeping people. They would not do this, of course, if they were to wake up. Everything that takes place is owing to this sleep.

Les premiers instants du sommeil sont l'image de la mort...

One third of our life is spent in sleep. It is consolation for the troubles of our waking hours or atonement for their pleasures; but I have never experienced sleep to be mere repose. After a few minutes lethargy, a new life begins, untrammeled by the limitations of time and space, and undoubtedly similar to that which awaits us after death...

EL SUEÑO es una segunda vida.

Men were snoring, twitching and whimpering, struggling with nightmares less terrible than reality.

O little sliver of moon waning that shines on waves desolately reigning, O little sliver of silver, what mass of dreams swells here towards your gentle glow! Fleeting breaths of foliage, sighs of flowers from the woods exhale to the sea: no song, no cry, no sound pierces the vast silence. Oppressed by love, by pleasure, the world of the living falls asleep… O little sliver waning, what mass of dreams swells here towards your gentle glow! (Trans. Michael Shindler)