Quotes About Sleep

La inspiración del cansancio dice menos lo que hay que hacer que lo que hay que dejar. Cansancio: el ángel que toca los dedos del único rey que sueña mientras los otros reyes siguen durmiendo sin soñar. Cansancio sano; él solo, el descanso. (p. 79)

Sólo descansar, cerrar los ojos y no escuchar; no hacer otra cosa que respirar. Deseaba que hubiera llegado ya la hora de dormir y no seguir fuera donde había luz sino estar a oscuras, en casa, en su cuarto. Pero le sobraba soledad; y con el tiempo creía haber experimentado todas las artes posibles de la locura hasta sentir que le estallaba la cabeza.

A bad dream. You were having a bad dream. Oh, I say. Is that what I'm having?

She closed her eyes; and in the sweet slumber lying her spirit tiptoed from its lodging place. It's folly to shrink in fear, if this is dying; for death looked lovely in her face.

Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.

Fear can keep you up all night, but faith makes one fine pillow.

I'm a queer crabbed old man, pent like Merlin in his tree trunk. Samolxis, the Thracian bear god, hibernating in his cave. The Last of the Seven Sleepers.

How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.

Jesus Christ! I said. You can't sleep with a bishop! I already have, Kirsten said.

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

You know, these great planet-wide and inter-planet-wide wars break out and everyone is supposed to be thinking of the ideologies involved . . . whereas in actuality most people simply want a good, safe night's sleep.

Dreamless, like an amoeba, he, too, slept.

People in dreams are always secure until the dreamer wakes up.

It was a jaw cracking, lung-bursting yawn that lasted almost a minute.

We shouldn't be afraid of the obvious, because stories are about life, and life is full of obvious things like food and sleep and love and courage which you don't stop needing just because you're a good reader.

Lyra was so tired, she felt on the verge of delirium. She wanted to sleep quite desperately, but she knew that if she gave in and put her head down, she wouldn't wake up till the morning was filling the sky.

Lyra felt herself moving into a kind of trance beyond sleep and waking: a state of conscious dreaming, almost, in which she was dreaming that she was being carried by bears to a city in the stars. She

If I were to awaken after having slept for a thousand years, my first question would be: has the Riemann Hypothesis been proven?

When I ask, "What are you afraid of?" I'm asking, "What is it that immobilizes you? What is stealing your joy and destroying your hope? What is robbing you of sleep, night after night? What keeps you from living by faith and being a risk taker? What keeps you from giving your life wholly to a loving God who wants nothing but the best for you?

abstraction , n . Love is one kind of abstraction. And then there are those nights when I sleep alone, when I curl into a pillow that isn't you, when I hear the tiptoe sounds that aren't yours. It's not as if I can conjure you up completely. I must embrace the idea of you instead.

When is a night over? Is it the start of sunrise or the end of it? Is it when you finally go to sleep or simply realize that you have to? When the club closes or when you everyone leaves? It's over when you decide it's over, she says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

encroach, v. The first three nights we spent together, I couldn't sleep. I wasn't used to your breathing, your feet on my legs, your weight in my bed. In truth, I still sleep better when I'm alone. But now I allow that sleep isn't always the most important thing.

dissonance , n . Nights when I need to sleep and you can't. Days when I want to talk to you and you won't. Hours when every noise you make interferes with my silence. Weeks when there is a buzzing in the air, and we both pretend we don't hear it.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.