Quotes About Sleep

I always think I should try to get to bed early, but then I can't stop myself from watching telly and fiddling around on the net.

I don't like to watch my own movies - I fall asleep in my own movies.

My insomnia stretched to months. When I did sleep, it was with the aid of a pill, but even that did not prevent the nightmares

Sleep was like sex. The less you had, the more you craved it, and Tracy Crosswhite hadn't had much of either lately.

Sleep was like sex. The less you had, the more you craved it, and Tracy Crosswhite hadn't had much of either lately. She stretched

They take little interest in waking life, choosing to lie most of the time in death-like sleep." "Then

While I never really awoke until morning, sounds and noises seemed to drift to me through my veil of slumber

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

man has the right to stop the pulse of pain and woo the sleep that has no dream.

Enough, he told his tired, hyperactive brain. Enough. And by the same power of will that in the army had enabled him to fall instantly asleep on bare concrete, on rocky ground, on lumpy camp beds that squeaked rusty complaints about his bulk whenever he moved, he slid smoothly into sleep like a warship sliding out on dark water.

It's an illness," she said, although she made the words sound like "it's uh nillness." Nillness, thought Strike, for a second distracted. He had slept badly. Nillness, that was where Lula Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother…sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.

The bedroom door, still ajar since Matthew's exit, swung open as the banished Labrador, Rowntree, came waddling into the bedroom. He reported to Robin for an absent-minded rub of his ears, then flopped down beside the bed. His tail bumped against the floor for a while and then he fell wheezily asleep. To the accompaniment of his snuffling snores, Robin continued to comb the message boards.

He had slept badly. Nillness, that was where Luna Landry had gone, and where all of them, he and Rochelle included, were headed. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother… sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.

Children remember staying up late. Grownups think about getting up early

We go to sleep, and time speeds by us like starlight, whisking us hours closer to the grave. Yet sleep rejuvenates; these lost hours slow down aging and keep us young; time running fast means that Time will run slow.

To Sycamores I'm sick of Love; O let me lie Under your shades, to sleep or die! Either is welcome; so I have Or here my Bed, or here my Grave. Why do you sigh, and sob, and keep Time with the tears, that I do weep? Say, have ye sence, or do you prove What Crucifixions are in Love? I know ye do; and that's the why, You sigh for Love, as well as I

Then he recited to the still very groggy Sultan the old Arab proverb, 'He that sleeps one-third of the night has done as well as he that sleeps half the night, and he that sleeps all night will awaken an idiot.

Finish each day before you begin the next, and interpose a solid wall of sleep between the two. This you cannot do without temperance. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

I will both lie down in peace, and sleep; for You alone, O LORD , make me dwell in safety. – Psalm 4:8

I lay down and slept; I awoke, for the LORD sustained me. – Psalm 3:5

We sleep in language if language does not come to wake us up with its strangeness.

Heavy-Egg enjoyed work, and often wondered what it would feel like to be a human and have to spend a third of your life unconscious. He had heard that humans would fall asleep even when their lives were in danger.

Swift-Killer had never hurt so. Her last thought was that Bright had decided to punish her for having the temerity to attempt to talk to God. The automatic protective mechanisms in her body, activated by the lack of body reserves and the shock from the topside burns, suddenly took over. The animal reflexes were turned off, and for the first time in untold generations, a cheela went to sleep.