Quotes About Sleep

We wish we could show you the world as it sleeps. Then you'd never have any doubt about how similar, how trusting, how astounding and vulnerable we all are.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I've never felt before. A closeness that isn't merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we've only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.

and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn't want you to stop. I didn't mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn't mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

Eventually she fell asleep, but I kept the phone against my ear, lulled by her breathing, and her breathing again in the background. And yes, it felt like home. Like everything belonged exactly where it was.

No matter how happy we are, no matter how much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

I told her about the time that I got so tired of you stealing the sheets that in my sleep-weary logic I decided that the thing to do was to tie them around my legs, knot and all, and how, when you attempted to steal them that night, you ended up yanking me into you, and I was so startled that I sprang up, tripped, and was nearly concussed.

Eventually, we all must go to sleep. This is our first intimation that the body always wins. No matter how hapywe are, no matter ow much we want our night to stretch out infinitely, sleep is inevitable. You might be able to dodge it for one giddy cycle, but the body's need will always return.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing

Do they sleep? I want to know...am I the only one who doesn't sleep?

They should be going to sleep, but good company is the enemy of sleep. We remember this feeling so acutely - the desire to linger away the hours with someone else, talking or holding or even just watching a movie. In those moment, the clock seems arbitrary, since you are setting your understanding of time to another, more personal measure.

And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I've never felt before. A closeness that isn't merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we've only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging -A

Desearíamos poder mostrarles el mundo mientras duermen. Así no tendrían ninguna duda de cuan similares, cuan confiados, cuan sorprendentes y vulnerables somos todos.

Naps can be devils of disorientation.

Niciodata n-am visat mult. Ceea ce inseamna din cate inteleg ca pur si simplu nu-mi amintesc visele, fiindca de visat visam tot timpul cat dormim sau cel putin asa se spune. E ca si cum as avea un televizor la care nu se uita nimeni si care imi palpaie in cap cat e noaptea de lunga. Canalul viselor. As vrea sa pot sa trag toata chestia asta pe video. Poate ca atunci mi-as da cat de cat seama ce se intampla cu mine. Si nu ma refer la genunchi, ci la cap. La minte. La suflet.

Sometimes, when I find it hard to sleep, I'll think of when we first met, of the newness of each other's body, and my impatience to know everything about this person. Looking back, I should have taken it more slowly, measured him out over the course of fifty years rather than cramming him in so quickly.

He didn't understand that it's all connected, that one subject leads to another and forms a kind of chain that rises its head and nods like cobra when you're sucking on a bong after three days of no sleep. On acid, it's even wilder and appears to eat things. But not having gone to college, my dad had no concept of a well-rounded liberal arts education.

Follow seven beers with a couple of scotches and a thimble of good marijuana, and it's funny how sleep sort of just comes.

I used to get them all the time. Then I met a woman who told me I needed to put a bar of soap in my bed. I don't know why it works, but it does!

I refuse to support the poltergeist industry, so would sooner sleep in a cardboard box than at the Belle Grove Plantation or the Albert Shafsky House, or any of the other places listed in the Hundred Most Haunted Hotels and B&Bs in America, none of which is named the Scarriott for some reason.

I'm now told that this is not called 'going to sleep' but rather 'passing out,' a phrase that carries a distinct hint of judgement.

Follow seven beers with a couple of scotches and a thimble of marijuana, and it's funny how sleep sort of just comes…I'm now told that this is not called 'going to sleep' but rather 'passing out,' a phrase that carries a distinct hint of judgement.

Right after you wake up, remain completely motionless and ask yourself, "What was just happening to me? Where was I? Who was I talking to? What was going on?" This is the key to remembering any dream. If you ask yourself, "What was I just dreaming?" you are not likely to get anywhere, because your dream will have seemed completely real as you went through it.

The best sleep imaginable is sleeping in your dreams