Quotes About Sleep

Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth.

Passion is power, And, kindly tempered, saves. All things declare Struggle hath deeper peace than sleep can bring.

leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

How nice. Now the Germans can sleep in peace, knowing that they will not be invaded by us.

Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.

Sleep ... peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.

Silence is exhilarating at first - as noise is - but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep

Sleep is a kind of peace, and I have not yet earned peace.

A cat sleeps fat, yet walks thin.

He seems the incarnation of everything soft and silky and velvety, without a sharp edge in his composition, a dreamer whose philosophy is sleep and let sleep.

Philosophy is not to think deep, but simply speak life's basics that arise, aware and awaken people who are knowingly or unknowingly in the state of sleep.

We are half awake and semi conscious.

Sleeping is not a loss of consciousness, but it is a temporary loss of integration of awareness.

Don't go to sleep doused in hatred.Instead go to sleep snuggled in love.

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

Don't fall asleep yet. Contrary to popular belief, that's not where dreams get accomplished.

We sleep in language if language does not come to wake us up with its strangeness.

One of the uses of poetry - one says it to oneself in distressing circumstances, ... or when one has to wait at railway stations, or when one cannot get to sleep at night.

O that our dreamings all, of sleep or wake, Would all their colours from the sunset take.

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...

I miss you, I miss you at night, I can't sleep without you anymore, I'm scared. Meet me in heaven.

Insomnia is the act of pushing through sleep to achieve the art of insane creativity.

The last 30 minutes before you sleep is the time when the most fertile land of your subconscious is accessible! What you SOW is what you REAP!