Quotes About Sleep

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The good people sleep much better at night than the bad people. Of course, the bad people enjoy the waking hours much more.

Somebody said my name, asked if I was okay. I didn't answer, the sound of the commotion dying around me as the heavy monkey of sleep rested its warm, hairy ass on my eyelids.

You know how sometimes when you're drifting off to sleep you feel that jolt, like you were falling and caught yourself at the last second? It's nothing to be concerned about, it's usually just the parasite adjusting its grip.

Did you doze off there?" He shook my hand. "Uh, no. I was just tryin' to rub somethin' off the back of my eyelid.

the heavy monkey of sleep rested its warm, furry ass on my eyelids.

You'll know you've officially become sleep deprived when you have the unique feeling of being drunk, high, and on a psychiatric hold all at the same time. Some

Sleep is exercise for the soul

I am usually an excellent sleeper. My ability to take my rest no matter how insalubrious the circumstances—along with a sound stomach and excellent legs—accounts for the success of my travels through varied and demanding parts of the world.

Sleep had crept in, and after a little while, she came for me too.

It's hard to sleep when you have thirty two million quids worth of stolen jewellery hidden under the mattress.

When you are angry try your best to go to sleep, it keeps you away from speaking, writing and thinking while you are angry.

She slept a dreamless sleep free of dragons for she had slain them once again

In my dreams, I heard your mellifluous voice. It slowly woke me up from a deep sleep so that I could enjoy the magnificence of life.

I wish for you a goodnight of sleep, sweet dreams, and a smiling morning.

I go to bed with knowledge to dream, then dreams wake me up with the lights of wisdom.

Los dormidos, y los muertos, no son sino como pinturas', dijo nuestro Shakespeare, y yo a veces pienso que las personas todas son sólo eso, como pinturas, dormidos presentes y futuros muertos.

Tengo un cansancio infinito y, al tiempo, ninguno. Podría dormir diez días seguidos y no dormir en lo que me queda de vida. Podría quedarme dormido en esta mesa y permanecer insomne días enteros, tumbado en mi litera. Podría soñar despierto e imaginar la realidad como un sueño.

I don't remember my dreams. I'm one of those weird people. I know there are tricks and things you can do, but I never remember my dreams.

Termite likes music without words, and he falls asleep surrounded.

Life is a wonderful thing to talk about, or to read about in history books -- but it is terrible when one has to live it. It is almost impossible to sleep for more than twelve hours a day, and the remaining twelve hours have to be filled in somehow.

Salvation is represented here as the response to a Call coming from below, like an awakening out of deep sleep...

Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality.

What the hell time is it?" muttered the old man. He was always an aggressive sleeper. Sleep was one of the things he did best, and he loved it. Some look upon sleep as an unfortunate necessary interruption of life; but there are others who hold that sleep is life, or at least one of the more fulfilling aspects of it, like eating or sex. Any time my old man's sleep was interrupted, he became truly dangerous.