Quotes About Sleep

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken... Kiss a lover Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure... Face your life Its pain, Its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.

For the second time in our history, a British Prime Minister has returned from Germany bringing peace with honor. I believe it is peace for our time…. Go home and get a nice quiet sleep.

You must be in the consciousness of being or having that which you want to be or to have before you drop off to sleep. Once asleep, man has no freedom of choice. His entire slumber is dominated by his last waking concept of self.

All the honors of men in a state of sleep are as nothing.

Never go to sleep feeling discouraged or dissatisfied. Never sleep in the consciousness of failure.

Sleep is the time when the male or conscious mind turns from the world of sense to seek its lover or subconscious self.

Es la actitud mental que se debe adoptar antes de dormir. Descarta las apariencias y siente que las cosas son como deseas que sean, porque "Él llama cosas que no son vistas como si lo fueran y las no vistas como vistas" (Romanos 4:17)

Within that blankness we call sleep there is a consciousness in unsleeping vigilance, and while the body sleeps this unsleeping being releases from the treasure house of eternity the subconscious assumptions of man.

The clocks in the hotel, and the clocks outside in the town, all began to strike six as he got into bed, and when the last clock had struck, the vague rumour of innumerable cockcrows rang in his head. And as he fell asleep he heard the first chatter of waking birds.

When he was small he held the label inside his pillowcase when he slept. Only I know that. I was not a sleeper. His hand in sleep searched to find it. He would take the label between thumb and forefinger and just move it slightly against itself, over and back, as if the smallest friction was sufficient, as if with that he knew he was still in the world.

slept the thin sleep of those familiar with the clockless continuum of human woe

I wake in the night. Or sometimes I don't wake in the night. It hardly seems to make a difference.

The reason there are bugs in the bed," he explained, "is that they're too scared to get down on the floor.

She likes the calm before the day begins, this sensation that everyone she loves is sleeping nearby. It's so much easier to love them when they're asleep, after all. When

Sleep well. Wake inspired.

A grate wall of darkness moves towards him. He can see it coming. Wast and imperious. It is unconsciousness and it its sleep. It moves like a grate tidal wave. But before it brakes over him and he is away. Before he renders himself completely to that oblivious sleep. He thinks with a sudden terrible bottomless dread of Avril Lavigne's vagina.

A great wall of darkness moves towards him. He can see it coming. vast and imperious. It is unconsciousness and it its sleep. It moves like a great tidal wave. But before it brakes over him and he is away. Before he renders himself completely to that oblivious sleep. He thinks with a sudden terrible bottomless dread of Avril Lavigne's vagina.

A grate wall of darkness moves towards him. He can see it coming. Wast and imperious. It is unconsciousness and it its sleep. It moves like a grate tilde wave. But before it brakes over him and he is away. Before he renders himself completely to that oblivious sleep. He thinks with a sudden terrible bottomless dread of Avril Lavignes vagina.

all this vital music pouring out of him, all this new-found acceptance coming his way as well as money and acclaim, and all the guy wanted to do was sleep through the whole experience.

Beeches were rare north of the Humber, and she loved the way they whispered in the wind, like women before they fell asleep.

If you don't sleep, you don't dream.

I rubbed glistening liquid onto the armrests and imagined the hands that would touch the wood, perhaps resting there between turning the pages of a book, perhaps stroking the smooth wood, absently at first, then slipping a bit as the owner slept.

Honesty and frankness did not mean the captured bandits were fine folk, or kind, only that they might not murder another in their sleep.