Quotes About Sleep

Sleep is probably my favorite activity. I wrote this piece out of gratitude that I'm able to sleep well as an offering to people who don't.

With beauty, I just try to get as much sleep as possible. I might have a nice hot bath and moisturise with coconut oil.

The only time I don't work is when I am asleep.

It is very difficult sometimes to keep awake, especially at church, but there is no difficulty at all about sleeping.

My doctor says I must not have any serious conversation after seven [o'clock]. It makes me talk in my sleep.

And Sleep will not lie down, but walks Wild-eyed and cries to Time.

O wandering graves! O restless sleep! O silence of the sunless day! O still ravine! O stormy deep! Give up your prey! Give up your prey!

Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?

O we are wearied of this sense of guilt, Wearied of pleasure's paramour despair, Wearied of every temple we have built, Wearied of every right, unanswered prayer, For man is weak; God sleeps: and heaven is high: One fiery-coloured moment: one great love; and lo! we die. Ah!

Nay! for perchance that poppy-crownèd god Is like the watcher by a sick man's bed Who talks of sleep but gives it not; his rod Hath lost its virtue, and, when all is said, Death is too rude, too obvious a key To solve one single secret in a life's philosophy. And

One of the Georges, said Psmith, I forget which, once said that a certain number of hours' sleep a day--I cannot recall for the moment how many--made a man something, which for the time being has slipped my memory. However, there you are. I've given you the main idea of the thing; and a German doctor says that early rising causes insanity.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Okay, just ugh. I had to get some sleep tonight - the bags under my eyes had bags.

One of the Georges - I forget which - once said that a certain number of hours' sleep each night - I cannot recall at the moment how many - made a man something which for the time being has slipped my memory.

One of the King Georges of England–I forget which–once said that a certain number of hours' sleep each night–I cannot recall at the moment how many–made a man something, which for the time being has slipped my memory.

The snail was on the wing and the lark on the thorn - or, rather, the other way around - and God was in His heaven and all right with the world. And presently the eyes closed, the muscles relaxed, the breathing became soft and regular, and sleep, which does something which has slipped my mind to the something sleeve of care, poured over me in a healing wave.

As two-seaters go, I had always found mine fairly comfortable, but then I had never before tried to get the eight hours in it, and you would be surprised at the number of knobs and protuberances which seem suddenly to sprout out of a car's upholstery when you seek to convert it into a bed.

Then they appeared to ooze off, for all became quiet save for the lapping of the waves on the shore. And, by Jove, so sedulously did these waves lap that gradually a drowsiness crept over me and not ten minutes after I had made up my mind that I should never get to sleep again in this world I was off as comfortably as a babe or suckling.

One of the King Georges of England, I forget which, once said that a certain number of hours' sleep each night—I cannot recall at the moment how many—made a man something, which for the time being has slipped my memory. Baxter agreed with him. It went against all his instincts to sit up in this fashion; but it was his duty and he did it.

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness

I have slept with you all night long while the dark earth spins with the living and the dead, and on waking suddenly in the midst of the shadow my arm encircled your waist. Neither night nor sleep could separate us.

Dónde van las cosas del sueño? Se van al sueño de otros?

He dormido contigo y al despertar tu boca salida de tu sueño me dio el sabor de tierra, de agua

Se calla cuando escucho, suena cuando me duermo.

junto a ti, duermo, / en tu cintura se atan mis brazos y mis labios, / duermo contigo y siembro mis más profundos besos.