Quotes About Sleep

I wash with the can of water I set aside the night before, and eat whatever I put next to it. The washing is not strictly necessary but, again, I have always found it a good way to greet the day. You wash after a period of work, after all, and what else is a night of sleep, if not work, or a journey at least? ("The Things He Said")

Sleep is the best meditation." ? Dalai Lama Quote

After this night is over, then you can drift away, they you can sleep for ever, for nothing will ever matter again.

Moments before sleep are when she feels most alive, leaping across fragments of the day, bringing each moment into the bed with her like a child with schoolbooks and pencils. The day seems to have no order until these times, which are like a ledger for her, her body full of stories and situations.

acupressure to relieve anxiety and to help you get to sleep at night.

Stories--from the literature of our culture to descriptions of our days to the lunatic's ravings--appear to be hardwired into us. Even in sleep we tell ourselves stories through our dreams, and it's been shown that those who are prevented from doing so cease to function.

He bought her a pretty music box with a picture of the castle in winter painted on the lid, and she slept on his shoulder on the train ride home.

From what I've been told, there are several growth phases in a natural sleep cycle. Studies have shown that at 1:30 or 2 a.m., kids begin to secrete the growth hormone," he says. "If somebody interrupts that secretion cycle to get you up to train at 5 in the morning throughout your childhood, what does that do to your body?

Das ist das Höchste. Ruhig auf dem Rücken liegen und dabei keine Schlafgeräusche entstehen lassen. Das stört mich, wenn einer Schlafgeräusche von sich gibt. Wenn einer in meiner Nähe schnarcht oder stöhnt oder lallt, dann hau ich dem eine runter. Mehrmals pro Nacht. Am nächsten Tag frage ich besorgt, ob er gut geschlafen habe.

At the same time, I had a deep sense of loss: all that time in the deployment army. All that wasted potential. The wasted humanity! Using people as if they were bots. Disrupting lives, families, sleep patterns...it was all such a waste.

I tried to go back to sleep, but my mind was racing racing racing. Only I wasn't really thinking about anything specific. It was just this stream of words and half thoughts, like there were a thousand different channels in my brain and someone was flipping through them one after the next.

Those who have compared our life to a dream were right…. We sleeping wake, and waking sleep.

That night, the three of us slept, arms wrapped around each other, on the double bed, though nothing sexual happened. As though we simply needed to protect ourselves; as though we could feel some dark presence, some evil subterranean force moving about the island.

It's freezing in my place. I remember that earlier in the evening, just before leaving, I smashed a window with a blow of the fist. Yet, oddly, my hand is intact; no cuts. I lie down even so, and I sleep. The nightmares will only appear much later in the night. Not instantly recognizable as nightmares; even rather pleasant.

Cine doarme este un alienat care se crede mort.

Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone, While pain and guilt still linger here below, Blindness and numbness--these please me alone; Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.

Precious is sleep, better to be of stone, while the oppression and the shame still last; not seeing and not hearing, I am blest; so do not wake me, hush! keep your voice down.

Caro m'è 'l sonno, e più l'esser di sasso, mentre che 'l danno e la vergogna dura; non veder, non sentir m'è gran ventura; però non mi destar, deh, parla basso.

Bana sevgili olan uykudur bir güzelden daha güzel olan bu kadar ac? ve utanç doluyken içim ne büyük ?ans kapanmas? kulaklar?m?n ve gözlerimin bu yüzden f?s?lt? ile konu?un huzurumu bozmay?n benim.

What kind of idiot bird sings in the middle of the night?... I wish it'd shut up and let me sleep! - Pirra

Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my heart, like i forgot i didn't live there anymore

Love Thinking, thinking thus, loving thus, there is no sleep, I see him, we meet, to be woken from that dream that is suffering indeed.

The amount of time we spend thinking, criticizing, judging, worrying, calculating, fighting, hating, arguing, is not funny. Considering one third of our lives we spend sleeping and the rest is consumed by non-creative processes mentioned above.What a waste of life. Let's also stop becoming paranoid humanoids and instead simply be human beings living in joy. Mickeymize your life.

Just resting my eyes." Susan gave her grandmother's favorite reply