Quotes About Sleep

Thank you, Daylight Savings Time, for making people wax on about the wonder of an extra hour of sleep, only to serve as an especially depressing reminder to parents that kids don't care about farmers and harvests and extra hours of daylight. I enjoy my kids standing at my bedside at 4:30 a.m. like creepy, wide-awake Children of the Corn. Naptimes are also jacked, so there's that. With all due respect-ish, A Tired Mom. Thank you, Obvious

A sleep-deprived wizard is a truly dangerous thing.

Brant." Brant looked up and found himself facing Kiernan Kane. He frowned. "I thought I was asleep." "You are." "Then this is a dream?" "It is a dream, yet it is not a dream." Brant ground his teeth. "You annoy me even in my sleep, Minstrel.

I love this idea, that nature dreamed up the same kind of sleep in both humans and birds, fostering the growth of big brains in creatures so far apart on life's tree.

in both birds and humans, the brain regions used more extensively in waking hours sleep more deeply during subsequent sleep—another similarity born of convergent evolution.

She would almost prefer to fold her arms and sink into an eternal slumber, so that the great longing of her soul for peaceful rest would at last be gratified.

I guess we both understood that our relationship was built entirely on witty repartee, and neither of us thought we could be witty on four hours of shut-eye.

At night, the house thick with sleep, she would peer out her bedroom window at the trees and sky and feel the presence of a mystery. Some possibility that included her--separate from her present life and without its limitations. A secret. Riding in the car with her father, she would look out at other cars full of people she'd never seen, any one of whom she might someday meet and love, and would feel the world holding her making its secret plans.

I laid my head on his neck, and the two of us-girl and wolf-fell asleep, into a dream within a dream.

You should try getting some sleep." Sloane frowned. "Giraffes only sleep four and a half hours a day." -Sloane

watch Mama and Papa while they sleep. It makes me feel strange and lovely and more like a shadow than a real girl—awake when no one else is, me and the moon smiling down on Mama and Papa while they dream.

I'm always amazed by people and their sleep. I wouldn't ever sleep if I didn't have to.

It's the suddenness of life changing in an instant that makes me anxious when I sleep and makes me tell myself to breathe when I'm awake.

Life is an accumulation of aches. They fill you up and take your breath away and you think you'll never breathe again, but before you know it, you are just words on paper, gone quiet and asleep until someone finds those words and reads them.

Below, Grandma Elvina's recipe for a comfortable bed: Order a medium thickness egg foam pad from Sears, double up a thick wool Army blanket, and pull the bottom sheet taut across the whole thing. Then sprinkle a little loose Avon powder (any flowerly one will do) and rub it into the sheet.

They again kissed each other and fell asleep. The patch of light on the ceiling now seemed to be assuming the shape of a terrified eye, that stared wildly and fixedly upon the pale, slumbering couple who reeked with crime beneath their very sheets, and dreamt they could see a rain of blood falling in big drops, which turned into golden coins as they plashed upon the floor.

It was a peaceful, sunny death, a sleep without end in the calm of the countryside.

La nuit, je m'éveille, serrant le vide, serrant ton rêve.

And wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

I listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Cum a putut crede cineva vreodat? c? cei ce odihnesc în pacea p?mântului ar putea avea un somn tulburat?

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep ?without identity. and never care how rain may steep, ?or snow may cover me –

Me pregunte, asombrado, como habia quien pudiera atribuir un descanso atormentaddo a los que duermen en la serenidad de aquella tierra tan tranquila

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wing breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.