Quotes About Sleep

Tu,care-mi legeni somnul cu mângâieri uÅŸoare S? nu ÅŸtii niciodat? cumplitu-mi nenoroc Nici taina scris?-n mine cu litere de foc! De patim? mi-e sil? ÅŸi orice gând m? doare…

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

maybe a damned good night's sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. But at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it's all in disarray: things fallen out of place, cluttered, jumbled, lost, knocked over and I can't put it straight, don't want to. Perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.

I don't remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.

Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.

Never get out of bed before noon.

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.

All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.

I walked up the driveway. The cats were sprawled about, pooped. In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass. Humans are too miserable and angry and single-minded.

I waited. Nothing. I waited for God. I waited and waited. I believe I slept.

the libraries are filled with thousands of books of knowledge, great music sits inside the nearby radio and I am sleepy in the afternoon, I have this tomb within myself that says, ah, let the others do it, let them win, let me sleep, wisdom is in the dark

Ich bin ein alter Witz, und schlafe ein.

I felt better when everything was in disorder. It will take me some months to get back to normal: I can't even find a roach to commune with. I have lost my rhythm. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have been robbed of my filth.

I pushed up against her warm tail and was asleep in 45 seconds.

Ho bisogno soltanto di una buona notte di sonno. Ma tanto per incominciare, non c'è mai un cazzo di niente da leggere. Quando uno ha avuto una certa dose di buona letteratura, non ce n'è più, punto e basta. Bisogna scriversela da soli.

La razza umana esagera tutto: i propri eroi, i propri nemici, la propria importanza. Lo sapevate che i gatti dormono venti ore su ventiquattro? Non c'è da stupirsi che abbiano un aspetto migliore del mio.

In the hovering between sleep and wakefulness, lucid but dreaming, Luce's mind got away from her, and all kinds of empty shit she had meant to put entirely behind her forever swam up and lived in her head again.

She draws a long deep breath and hums a bit of "Sunflower Slow Drag," her fingers twitching to press imaginary keys. Soon she falls asleep.

And slept like a dead pig;

before the hardcore idiots began cooking up bombs and declaring war on the System, a System that had ultimately gotten tired of their posturing and rolled over in its sleep, obliterating them.

Somewhere in the Acceleration, colorless green ideas adrift in furious sleep remember a tiny starship launched years ago, and pay attention.

It seems people don't want to be awake these days. Apocalypses are easier slept through than experienced

Apocalypses are easier slept through than experienced.