Quotes About Sleep

She sleeps; she sleeps. And when she sleeps, she dreams. And when she dreams, she dreams of a girl who was lost at sea but one day found the shore.

When you have children, you'll never be able to worry about a friend as much again," Dov said. "I'm tired," Sadie said. "I should go." Sadie hung up the phone. She pulled Sam's blanket over her head, and then she went to sleep.

Get some rest," he advised. "You're going to have to get used to staying up late." He sent her a scoundrelly wink and slipped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind him.

In the half darkness we look at each otherand smileand touch arms across his little, startlingly muscled body—this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,sleeper only the mortal sounds can awake,this blessing love gives again into our arms.

Isn't it worth missing whatever joy / you might have dreamed, to wake in the night and find / you and your beloved are holding hands in your sleep?

What do they sing, the last birds coasting down the twilight, banking across woods filled with darkness, their frayed wings curved on the world like a lover's arms which form, night after night, in sleep, an irremediable absence?

Evelyn was an insomniac so when they say she died in her sleep, you have to question that.

Time and death sleep side by side.

I close my eyes and listen vaguely in a half sleep as he does the things he does before he sleeps each night. Brushing and squirting and splashing. So many things. People and their rituals. They cling to things so hard sometimes.

healthy, full-term babies are born with the capacity to achieve 7-8 hours of continuous nighttime sleep between seven and ten weeks of age and 10 to 12 hours of sleep by twelve weeks of age.

The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.

I don't really like coffee, she said, but I don't really like it when my head hits my desk when I fall asleep either.

Sometimes we sleep because we want to, sometimes because we need it, and sometimes we sleep in self-defense.

Sleep now, Alone in the sleeves of grief, Listening to clothes falling And your flesh touching God;

If you've ever wondered where your dreams come from when you go to sleep at night, just look around. This is where they are made.

I've found myself at one in the morning just sitting at my desk spending an hour returning emails from the day until like two in the morning. It's ridiculous, I should be sleeping, or dreaming, or reading a novel.

I'm not a morning person. I'm really not.

What men always seem to ignore is that until Eve arrived, Adam didn't even have his own apartment. He'd never tasted beer, and there was no place to get a decent hamburger. He slept in the dirt, and was so oblivious he didn't even realize he was naked. Even worse, he didn't seem to notice that Eve was naked, either.

Even in the depths of sleep, in which he had to satisfy his need for protection and love by curling himself up into a trembling ball, he could not rid himself of the feeling of loneliness and homelessness.

Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with his head downward, pushing deep into the softness of the pillows, as if in sleep he wanted to drill through, to explore completely, that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night.

Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.

The cashier had long since left for home. By now she was probably bustling by an unmade bed that was waiting in her small room like a boat to carry her off to the black lagoons of sleep, into the complicated world of dreams. The person sitting in the box office was only a wraith, an illusory phantom looking with tired, heavily made-up eyes at the empyiness of light, fluttering her lashes thoughtlessly to disperse the golden dust of drowsiness scattered by the elctric bulbs.

Think not, is my eleventh commandment; and sleep when you can, is my twelfth—So

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