Quotes About Sleep

He was asleep—he was still dreaming—though his lips were moving. No one heard him; no one hears a writer who's writing in his sleep.

return trips, to this day...are simply invitations to dull trances or leaden slumber

But not even a drunk can sleep through Boellmann's Toccata—not even outside the church, apparently. Alice enjoyed acting out how the drunken down-and-out had presented himself.

Higgins, Helen was aware, was a singularly eccentric and troublesome colleague, who managed at the same time to be dull and cloddish to the point of sleep.

Clara Swift is asleep, her head on the cowboy's saddle; the cowboy sleeps with his head in Clara's lap, his Stetson on his stomach.

I remember when you kissed me, he wrote to Dr. Larch. I wasn't really asleep. Yes, thought Dr. Larch, I remember that, too. He rested in the dispensary. Why didn't I kiss him more-why not all the time?

was it a vision or a waking dream? Fled is that music--do I wake or sleep?

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---On death

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

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfin'd Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key To golden palaces, strange minstrelsy, Fountains grotesque, new trees, bespangled caves, Echoing grottos, full of tumbling waves And moonlight; aye, to all the mazy world 460 Of silvery enchantment!–who, upfurl'd Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour, But renovates and lives?–

yet I must not forget Sleep, quiet with his poppy coronet: For what there may be worthy in these rhymes I partly owe to him:

Fanatics have their dreams wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect. The savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at heaven.

Last night as your breathing settled into sleep what I heard was the half-forgotten sound, the velvet rush and hiss, the automatic click as the record player's arm runs out, is brushed away at the record's centre, the pulse of its subsiding oddly comforting. 33 1/3 rpm. The knowledge that when the music ends, there will not be silence.

the "management flight." The management flight is when you intentionally pick flight times in the middle of the day, so that you can have a leisurely morning, then lounge, drink, eat, and sleep your way through the meat of the day, finally arriving at your destination just in time for late-afternoon team drinks.

Please don't spoil my day; I'm miles away and, after all, I'm only sleeping.

Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me, leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping...

Weariness is the shortest path to equality and fraternity-and finally liberty is bestowed by sleep.

A few hours' mountain climbing make of a rogue and a saint two fairly equal creatures. Tiredness is the shortest path to equality and fraternity - and sleep finally adds to them liberty.

You only ever experience two emotions: euphoria and terror. And I find that lack of sleep enhances them both.

Look to your experience in dreams to know how you will fare in death. Look to your experience of sleep to discover whether or not you are truly awake.

Oh, can you tell I haven't slept very well since the last time that we spoke? Please understand if I see you again, don't even say hello.

Getting really fed up of not being able to sleep properly. Either wake up and can't get back to sleep or I get really vivid dreams.

I am shattered but so fed up with not being able to sleep due to being ridiculously uncomfortable that I'm staying up as long as possible.