Quotes About Sleep

Why is it that no other species but man gets bored? Under the circumstances in which a man gets bored, a dog goes to sleep.

All men are alike when asleep.

But Henry wasn't a parent, and he didn't understand that when you were, almost nothing was more satisfying than seeing your kid sleep.

People are my books," Ty said. "But I did bring a couple, in case the people all go to sleep.

overtaken every afternoon by a need for sleep so intense it was almost painful.

the one and only key to a successful nap was to break the thread of consciousness just long enough for the switch to be thrown to "off." When it got thrown to "on" again, even if it was only a few minutes later, the brain–body system rebooted itself, like a fucked-up computer that just needs to be unplugged from the wall for ten seconds and restarted in order to come back to life in clean working order.

But it was a twilight sleep, semiconscious and mindful for a few minutes at a time, until his thoughts would lose coherence and stray into blurry wisps that were to real dreams as cobwebs are to spiderwebs.

Henry, riding shotgun, made a touching effort to stay awake and then fell into slumber. Henry was a sweet kid and Doob knew that when he woke up he would apologize. But Henry wasn't a parent, and he didn't understand that when you were, almost nothing was more satisfying than seeing your kid sleep.

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take.

What am I always going to do? I'm going to go home and freak out.I'm going to sit with my family and try not to talk about myself and what's wrong. Im going to try and eat. Then I'm going to try and sleep. I dread it. I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

I didn't go to sleep until four, but I was in some one else's house, so I woke up early—at eight—with that crazy sleeping-at-someone-else's-house energy.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare." "And what is that nightmare, Craig?" "Life." "Life is a nightmare.

I'm going to go home and freak out. I'm going to sit with my family and try not to talk about myself and what's wrong. I'm going to try and eat. Then I'm going to try and sleep. I dread it. I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

What happened when you woke up?" "I was having a dream. I don't know what it was, but when I woke up, I had this awful realization that I was awake. It hit me like a brick in the groin.

I was having a dream. I don't know what it was, but when I woke up, I had this awful realization that I was awake. It hit me like a brick in the groin.

FIREFLY SONG Flittering white-fire insect! Wandering white-fire bug! Weave little stars about my bed! Weave little stars into my sleep! Come, little dancing white-fire bug! Come, little flitting white-fire beast! Light me with your white-flame magic, Your little star-torch. Ojibwa

THE LAND OF DREAMS Sleep, sleep, It will carry you Into the land of wonderful dreams. The future is waiting for you there— Your future, And your family. Yuma

Then the wooden benches along the walls, where so many outcasts had slept, would be lit by a sort of slow, clocked lightning til the bulb steadied and fastened its tiny feral fury upon the center of the room like a single sullen and manic eye. To burn on there with a steady hate. Til morning wearied and dimmed it away to nothing more than some sort of little old lost gray child of a district-station moon, all its hatred spent.

I mean, why waste time in sleeping?" She laughed, a little shrilly. "Just doesn't make sense.

Only the drunks remained, reeling down the pavements aimlessly or lying down to sleep.

Sleep conceals the creative act while the objective world reveals it. In sleep man impresses the subconscious with his conception of himself.

The word 'network', which was scarcely used before the late nineteenth century, is now overused as both a verb and a noun. To the ambitious young insider, it is always worth going to the next party, no matter how late it is, for the sake of networking. Sleep may be appealing, but the fear of missing out is appalling. To the disgruntled old outsider, on the other hand, the word network has a different connotation.