Quotes About Sleep

1 Ensayo sobre las ventajas de dormir solo* * Nota del Editor: El autor decidió dejar en blanco este capítulo.

If the sleep of reason produces monsters, what does the sleep of unreason produce?

If you want to overcome death itself, whose armor is sleep, dream, and dullness, you must climb from one step of awakening to the next. Imagine: the lowest step of this heavenly ladder is called "genius." What name shall we then give to the highest ones? They remain unknown to the multitudes and are considered to be legend

Everybody could attain this if he had the key. The key consists simply in becoming aware of one's "form of the Self or of one's skin, even though one may be asleep, in discovering the narrow crack through which consciousness slips between waking and deep sleep.

The objective mind is most active when the body is awake. The subjective influences are most active, and often fill the mind with impressions, while the physical body is asleep. The spiritual intelligence can only intrude itself when the human will is suspended, or passive to external states. A man who lives only on the sensual plane will receive his knowledge through the senses, and will not, while in that state, receive spiritual impressions or warning dreams.

In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; then he openeth the ears of men and sealeth their instruction that he may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from man.'' —Job xxxiii., 15.

The spectacle is the nightmare of imprisoned modern society which ultimately expresses nothing more than its desire to sleep. The spectacle is the guardian of sleep.

Previously, on Lock, Stock, I went to bed at two in the morning and woke up at five in the morning, and on this one I was known to nod off on the set occasionally.

Green with sleep the skin breathes night I hear you turning worlds in your dark dream The sheets like leaves in a private season Speak of singular self which lies between. Your breathing is a thing I cannot enter Like a season more remote than winter; Green with sleep breathes, breathes the skin, I hear you turning worlds in your dark dream.

From tender infancy Smith has been an early riser. He sleeps so little that Morpheus barely knows him by sight. When he dreams he only has time for a synopsis. He was the first man to discover that you can cut a sleeping pill in half and enjoy a nap.

But I'm having the agony. I've been dreading this happening for so long. I haven't been able to sleep for thinking about it. It seems so cruel and unjust for this to strike a helpless animal—a little creature who's never done anybody any harm.

one of his luxuries was to wake up in the middle of the night so that he could turn over and go to sleep again.

If I could be your teddy bear for just one night, before you drifted of to sleep you'd hold me, oh, so tight. You'd tell me all about your dreams of finding someone to love and hold in your arms and drive away your fears. And as those words escaped your lips you'd gently fall asleep and not knowing it your teddy bear would weep. I'd cry because you would not know you'd found your love so true and then I'd whisper in your ear your teddy bear loves you.

If I could be your teddy bear for just one night, before you drifted of to sleep you'd hold me, oh, so tight. You'd tell me all about your dreams of finding someone to love and hold in your arms and drive away your fears. And as those words escaped your lips you'd gently fall asleep. And not knowing it your teddy bear would weep. I'd cry because you would not know you'd found your love so true and then I'd whisper in your ear your teddy bear loves you.

Love is, Knowing how intimate that when their hand is across your chest it is so intimate that when you fall asleep their eyes close.

Love is, Knowing how intimate that when their hand is across your chest and you fall asleep, and their eyes close.

Love is, Knowing how intimate that when their hand is across your chest and you fall asleep their eyes close.

If I could be your teddy bear for just one night, before you drifted of to sleep you'd hold me, oh, so tight. You'd tell me all about your dreams of finding someone to love and hold in your arms and drive away your fears. And as those word escaped your lips you'd gently fall asleep and not knowing it your teddy bear would weep. I'd cry because you would not know you'd found your love so true and then I'd whisper in your ear your teddy bear loves you.

Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.

She said he just looked as if he was asleep, he looked that peaceful and resigned. No one would think he'd make such a beautiful corpse.

Here's lumbos. Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! So be yet!

Sleep, where in the waste is the wisdom?

Till tree from tree, tree among trees tree over tree become stone to stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever. O Loud, hear the wee beseech of thees of each of these thy unlitten ones! Grant sleep in hour's time, O Loud! That they take no chill. That they do ming no merder. That they shall not gomeet madhowiatrees. Loud, heap miseries upon us yet entwine our arts with laughter low!

The whores would be just coming out of their houses making ready for the night, yawning lazily after their sleep and settling the hairpins in their clusters of hair. He would pass by them calmly waiting for a sudden movement of his own will or a sudden call to his sinloving soul from their soft perfumed flesh.