Quotes About Sleep

If you are a student you should always get a good nights sleep unless you have come to the good part of your book, and then you should stay up all night and let your schoolwork fall by the wayside, a phrase which means 'flunk'.

Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.

People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one.

Centuries before Sigmund Freud published his Interpretation of Dreams (1900), the Jews had a saying: "In sleep, it is not the man who sins—but his dream.

Muito comummente, um homem adormecido luta com um mal doloroso do qual se quer livrar e constata, despertando, a existência desse mal no fundo de si mesmo.

It's all God's will: you can die in your sleep, and God can spare you in battle.

Good night, boys, he called kindly. Sweet dreams. Yeah. Sure. Sweet dreams. Sour nightmares was more like it.

We told them about Stringbean's missing tent poles. Mr. Jordan knelt down in front of Stringbean. "Don't worry, Greenbean. We'll find a place for you to sleep." Jasper mumbled, "It's Stringbean, sir." Mr. Jordan looked confused. He couldn't understand Stringbean's mumble-jumble. "String cheese?" he asked. "Do you want a piece of string cheese?" "Never mind," Stringbean said.

Lately I've been falling asleep with my headphones on, the music paving over my thoughts.

Dean is still asleep. His clothes are strewn about. The shutters are closed. He never dreams. He's like a dead musician, like a spent runner. He hasn't the strength to dream, or rather, his dreams take place while he is awake and they are marvelous for at least one quality: he has the power to prolong them.

Sleep is an excellent way of listening to an opera.

Even the wind had ceased, and there seemed to be nothing in the world but the darkness and himself. In that gigantic blackness, in that unseen quietude and vacancy, the mind could cease to be personal to itself. It could be overwhelmed and merged in space, so that consciousness would be transferred or dissipated, and one might sleep standing; for the mind fears loneliness more than all else, and will escape to the moon rather than be driven inwards on its own being.

Early to rise and early to bed makes a male healthy, wealthy, and dead.

I used to wake up at 4 A.M. and start sneezing, sometimes for five hours. I tried to find out what sort of allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion that it must be an allergy to consciousness.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

Sleep, or repose that deserved the name of sleep, was out of question. That room, in which her disturbed imagination had tormented her on her first arrival, was again the scene of agitated spirits and unquiet slumbers. Yet how different now the source of her inquietude from what it had been then; how mournfully superior in reality and substance.

The dread of being awakened from the happiest dream, was perhaps the most prominent feeling.

There is nothing like lying down to bawl and choke, and then rolling over so the tears can drip out of your ears and settling in for a long sleep.

I was completely out of clean clothes. That meant I could be a slut and sleep naked , or I could be a slob and sleep in what I was wearing. Truth is, I'm not entirely comfortable sleeping naked. I do it from time to time, but I worry that God might be watching or that my mother might find out, and I'm pretty sure they both think nice girls should wear pyjamas to bed.

changed back into my comfy T-shirt advertising beer, crawled into bed, and switched the light off. I woke up at sunrise with Ranger next to me. Naked. No surprise there. Ranger always slept naked.

Is that why you have hand grenades and a garrote in your nightstand? They're sleep aids.

Thanks, but I'll work rooms are better." Rafter said. "I can't sleep with her. She's a cutie pie, but she snores and drools.

He had one foot on the floor, one foot hanging over the armrest, and Carl was sleeping on his chest. It was endearing