Quotes About Sleep

It is thoughts that make all the difference between the stillness of sleep and the turmoil upon waking.

If you realize you are without form, that you are unlimited, what is there to be seen apart [a "separate" body]? There is no connection, during sleep, with the body, the senses, and the mind: on waking up, you identify yourself with them. All that you have to do, hereafter, is see that you do not identify your self with them.

too with the case of the snoring yogi in the previous chapter. As long as I identified with my dislike of him, I was obeying natural selection's instructions to consider myself special (certainly more special than a guy who wants to catch up on his sleep when I'm trying to meditate!).

Y ya no hablaron más. La cabeza de Hipólita estaba caída sobre su pecho. Faltaba poco para amanecer. Entonces Erdosain dobló ese cuerpo fatigado sobre el sofá... ella sonrió extenuada; luego Remo sentóse sobre la alfombra, apoyó la cabeza en el borde del sofá, y así acurrucado quedóse adormecido.

Aunque a veces mi flojera como alumno me provoca repentinos ataques de sueño. Esos ataques se llaman narcolepsia y los sufrió River Phoenix en aquella película de Gus Van Sant. Pero River Phoenix tenía a Keanu Reeves, o dicho de otra manera: Phoenix tenía dónde apoyar su cabeza dormida y yo solo puedo apoyarla en los libros.

Y después de mucha plática y muchos cigarrillos Angélica y María se durmieron y yo apagué la luz y me metí en la cama y mentalmente le hice el amor a María otra vez.

descalzo en medio del sueño que se mueve desde nuestros corazones hasta nuestras necesidades

A while later, I lingered in the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind.

I sleep like an old woman now, she thought to herself. In fits and starts. It isn't sleeping and it isn't waking and it isn't rest.

Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind.

when sleep is the only comfort you can take, take it. It will leave you better prepared for whatever might come next.

And I'd like to sleep!" "Sleep, then. It's good practice for death.

There are times when it is comforting to sleep with sunlight on your eyelids. And times when quiet talk at night is better than sleep, no matter how weary you are.

Más tarde comencé a merodear por el umbral del sueño. A veces creo que se descansa mejor en la frontera que separa la vigilia y el sueño que durmiendo. La mente erra bajo el crepúsculo de ambos estados y es capaz de desvelar las verdades que guardan tanto la luz del día como los sueños. Todo aquello que no estamos preparados para descubrir pervive en ese límite, a la espera de encontrarse con ese rincón desprotegido de la psique.

I lingered in the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams.

Quando o único conforto que se pode obter é o sono, aceita-o. Deixar-te-á mais bem preparado para o que quer que venha em seguida.

Are you sick to sleep this much?" "It's easier than being awake.

There are some moments you'd rather sleep through, pass from point A to point B without awareness of the time passing or the events that carry you from present to future. And it's mostly those moments in which it's smarter-safer- to stay awake.

Big surprise, I put you to sleep. Don't feel bad. It happens all the time.

Cam had slipped under her legs, resting them on his thighs to keep them elevated, so she was too cozy to stay awake. She looked over at him and had to stifle a laugh. His feet were up on the trunk, his head tilted back, his mouth open, and his hand snaked under her sweatshirt to feel her belly. But the movement of the babies hadn't roused him. Yet. She

Come on, get in," she said. "I'm taking you home. You can get Luke to bring you back for your car tomorrow, if you don't die in your sleep." "You said that in a way that suggested you hoped I would die in my sleep," he said. "Don't be silly. I'd like you to die much more violently than that. Now get in—I don't have all night." "That's

I love sex. The harder the better. A moment where I don't have to think, where I can escape my own mind? Afterwards, I might even get a good night's sleep. But the minute it's over, you're gonna want what you're gonna want, and I'm still gonna be me.

After they had made love, Hank fell fast asleep

I'd never waste the hours of light in the darkness of slumber.