Quotes About Sleep

A dream is a kind of nocturnal drama to which the only price of admission is falling asleep.

Sleep on, my Love, in thy cold bed,Never to be disquieted!My last good-night! Thou wilt not wake,Till I thy fate shall overtake;Till age, or grief, or sickness, mustMarry my body to that dustIt so much loves, and fill the roomMy heart keeps empty in thy tomb.Stay for me there; I will not failTo meet thee in that hollow vale.

I could have a room to myself, with a carpet and with my own loo – details that are very important to patients but not to NHS administrators and architects. Nor, I am afraid to say, do many doctors care about these things, until they become patients and come to understand that patients in NHS hospitals rarely get peace, rest or quiet and never a good night's sleep. I

Behold the day-break! I awaken you by sitting on your chest and purring in your face, I stir you with muscular paw-prods, I rouse you with toe-bites, Walt, you have slept enough, why don't you get up? " (From Meow of Myself, from LEAVES OF CATNIP )

I will do my best to dodge tonight's depression Hide in sleep Damage myself in dreams Wake up older, slightly more used.

Sometime later near dawn I fall asleep I get up and go out there Go through the motions Trying to look like someone Who's alive Inside I'm screaming all the time Every day dealing with the many shades of horror There's nothing anyone can say to me Nothing anyone can do

Sleep is my escape. It gives me a break from the ceaseless self awareness that I choke on.

PETRONIUS woke only about midday, and as usual greatly wearied.

Drops Dripped. Quiet talk went on. Horses neighed and scuffled. Someone snored.

I assure you that I sleep anywhere, and always like a dormouse.

The day before yesterday I spent the night at Arzamas and something extraordinary happened to me. It was 2 o'clock in the morning. I was terribly tired, I wanted to go to sleep and I felt perfectly well. But

True enough, nature has endowed me with a fair measure of patience and composure, yet I should be lying if I told you that, having seen the reporter off on his way to make his deadline, I fell peacefully asleep.

AS THE MIST LEAVES NO SCAR As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill, So my body leaves no scar On you, nor ever will. When wind and hawk encounter, What remains to keep? So you and I encounter, Then turn, then fall to sleep. As many nights endure Without a moon or star, So will we endure When one is gone and far.

the flags from the nation but your absence comes from a terrible sleep under a huge museum Enter the moth holes of my longing

Dopo un po', Tamara si addormentò. Era per evitare questo che aveva parlato. Il suo sonno gli sembrava una diserzione. Succedeva sempre quando lui si sentiva più sveglio. Era pronto a fare dichiarazioni immortali.

Yes, I just might go to sleep but kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open

Strangely, I, who frequently grow round-eyed and alert as an owl at the stroke of midnight, find it pleasant to nap in daylight among friends. I can roll up on a couch and sleep peacefully while my wife and chatting friends who know my peculiarities keep the daytime universe safely under control. Or so it seems. For, deep-seated in my subconscious, is perhaps the idea that the black bedroom door is the gateway to the tomb.

At this grim hour, the world sleeps in the darkness, and the Church sleeps in the light;

La paura gli stava dentro come un cane arrabbiato: guaiva, ansava, sbavava, improvvisamente urlava nel suo sonno; e mordeva, dentro mordeva, nel fegato nel cuore. Di quei morsi al fegato che continuamente bruciavano e dell'improvviso doloroso guizzo del cuore come di un coniglio vivo in bocca al cane, i medici avevano fatto diagnosi, e medicine gli avevano dato da riempire tutto il piano del comò: ma non sapevano niente, i medici, della sua paura.

La verità è che tante cose in noi, che crediamo morte, stanno come in una valle del sonno: non amena, non ariostesca. E sul loro sonno la ragione deve sempre vigilare. O magari, a prova, qualche volta svegliarle e lasciare che da quella valle escano: ma perché se ne tornino più mortificate e impotenti... Ma se la prova non riesce? Ecco il punto.

My boredom also turned into melancholy, the melancholy that is so peculiar to us Little Russians, a manly yielding to the feeling of necessity. And my boredom was as necessary as sleep and death.

My head was spinning but I made myself go to sleep by imagining that I was not a real person at all but the song in the throat of a sparrow.

Waiting anxiously for you, Unable to sleep, but falling into a doze— Are those words of love Floating to my pillow, Or is this too a dream . . . ? My eyes open and here is my tear-drenched sleeve. Perhaps it was a sudden rain.

In more metaphysical terms, it becomes a safe place in which one sleeps, dreams, and grows before emerging back into the world. Either way, it's a place not merely of shelter, but of incubation.