Quotes About Sleep

We are all clothed with fleece of sheep I keep saying as if I were singing as these words do. Throw a shawl over me so you won't be afraid to sleep. I have already shown that space is God.

I hate beds," she said slowly. "They stand there night after night waiting for you to die in them. It's like lying in a tomb.

The first thing I think about when I wake up most mornings is the fact that I'm tired. I have been tired for decades. I am tired in the morning and I am tired while becalmed in the slough of the afternoon, and I am tired in the evening, except right when I try to go to sleep.

When I was supposed to be awake, I was asleep. When I was supposed to sleep, I was silent. When a pleasure offered itself to me, I avoided it.

That's not what I meant." "What?" "I want to know what you did with her." He looked at me. "Why?" he asked at last. "I don't know. So I can imagine it. So I can sleep." He started to speak, then stopped himself. Then he began again.

It was that time when I am finally able to sleep the sweetest, the deepest.

He was silent. I waited, not knowing if he was asleep, men having the ability to fall asleep even when the conversation is about themselves.

While I sleep, and I sleep often these days, he spends much of his time in the church downtown. The very one I never could convince him to attend. He claims he is praying. But I know he is trying to strike a bargain with our Maker. One hand of Black Jack, I know he says. Winner gets to keep the girl. I know for sure, were J. granted that game of cars with the Almighty, he'd go into it with both an ace and a jack up his sleeve.

but it's not safe and I can feel him slipping away, so I just get out one more sentence. "Stay with me." As the tendrils of sleep syrup pull me down, I hear him whisper a word back but I don't catch it.

Go to sleep," he says softly. His hand brushes the lose strands of my hair off my forehead. Unlike the staged kisses and caresses so far, this gesture seems natural and comforting. I don't want him to stop and he doesn't. He's still stroking my hair when I fall asleep.

Dawn comes before sleep does.

My little sister, Prim, curled up on her side, cocooned in my mother's body, their cheeks pressed together. In sleep, my mother looks younger, still worn but not so beaten-down. Prim's face is as fresh as a raindrop, as lovely as the primrose for which she was named. My mother was very beautiful once, too. Or so they tell me.

The rat was merely trying to sleep. Believe me, pup, if I had wanted to kill you we wouldn't be having this conversation," said Ripred.

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes, and when again they open, the sun will rise.

Tick, tock," whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. "Tick, tock." "Tick, tock," I agree softly. "It's time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.

For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot.

The most exciting thing either of us does is nap.

Por qué no duermes un poco? -me dice. Porque no puedo soportar las pesadillas, no sin ti, pienso.

Does everyone look younger asleep?

Cuando me despierto del todo.. me pesa todo el cuerpo, como si me corriese plomo líquido por las venas.

He tucks me in and says good night but I catch his hand and hold him there. A side effect of the sleep syrup is that it makes people less inhibited, like white liquor, and I know I have to control my tongue.

Dormim? No ho sé. Ens passem la nit abraçats, en un país a mig camí dels somnis i la vetlla. No parlem. Tots dos tenim por de destorbar l'altre en l'esperança que serem capaços d'emmagatzemar uns quants minuts preciosos per descansar.

My slumbers are filled with disturbing

My slumbers are filled with disturbing dreams.