Quotes About Sleep

It is not good to wake a sleeping lion.

Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber, Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.

A good gulp of hot whisky at bedtime - it's not very scientific, but it helps.

Spill not the morning (the quintessence of the day!) in recreations, for sleep is a recreation. Add not, therefore, sauce to sauce. ... Pastime, like wine, is poison in the morning. It is then good husbandry to sow the head, which hath lain fallow all night, with some serious work.

Clay lies still, but blood's a rover Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.

The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man, help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces; let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonored, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.

Night, when deep sleep falleth on men.

Rocked in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep.

Happy are those lovers who, when their senses require rest, can fall back upon the intellectual enjoyments afforded by the mind! Sweet sleep then comes, and lasts until the body has recovered its general harmony. On awaking, the senses are again active and always ready to resume their action.

There may be those on earth who dress better or eat better, but those who enjoy the peace of God sleep better.

Bed is the poor man's opera.

The net of the sleeper catches fish.

The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much; but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Over my slumber your loving watch keep - Rock me to sleep, mother; rock me to sleep.

Fatigue is the best pillow.

Sleep is the best cure for waking troubles.

One hour's sleep before midnight is worth three after.

Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!

I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.

I never sleep comfortably except when I am at sermon or when I pray to God.

To all, to each, a fair goodnight, And pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.

To sleep! perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause.