Quotes About Sleep

Dreams are free therapy, but you can only get appointments at night.

I'm so tired, my tired is tired.

By far the larger number of the dreams occurred towards dawn; sometimes even, after sunrise, during a "second sleep." A condition of fasting, united, possibly, with some subtle magnetic or other atmospheric state, seems therefore to be that most open to impressions of the kind.

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep...

Good Habits are mentors, guardian angels, and servants that regulate your sleep, your work, your thought.

nourish the nighttime healing fairies with gratitude and faith and sleep

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivaled those of poppy-eaters.

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters

Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain.

Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom's chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain.

The world slept, and it was like the sleep of death.

He hated the oblivion of sleep. There was too much to do, too much of life to live. He grudged every moment of life sleep robbed him of, and before the clock had ceased its clattering he was head and ears in the washbasin and thrilling to the cold bite of the water.

Öldükten sonra ac? duyulmazd?. Ölmek, uyumak demekti

Together they went to the chamber and performed a number of erotic exercises, after which Cugel collapsed into a sleep of utter exhaustion

Our wants are many, our farthings few; And oft we sleep in the rain and dew! Our evening meal is a turnip stew; In spite of all we're a jolly crew!

unfortunate enough to bump into Justine too. She didn't look as if she'd slept much either. He

Nothing comes to a sleeper but a dream. Our dad used to say that." Dreams are in the head. But action creates growth, creates skill, creates excellence.

I thought of the people before me who had looked down at the river and gone to sleep beneath it. I wondered about them. I wondered how they had done it--it, the physical act. I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine.

He wanted to go home and lock his door and sleep. He was tired of the troubles of real people. He wanted to get back to the people he was inventing, whose troubles he could bear.

He had long since discovered that peaceful sleep could provide the answer to most puzzles, and if not, what did it really matter? Wasn't life just a dewdrop within a dewdrop?

It's cold and it's winter and the world has gone to sleep

Sleep is still difficult I sleep for three or four hours a day. Usually sometime in the afternoon. I walk in the cold, keep myself numb. I cry less, and less. (James Frey, pg.88)

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

My theory is that literature is essential to society in the way that dreams are essential to our lives. We can't live without dreaming - as we can't live without sleep. We are 'conscious' beings for only a limited period of time, then we sink back into sleep - the 'unconscious.' It is nourishing, in ways we can't fully understand.