Quotes About Nightly

July 1, 1964, I lay in bed, waiting for the bees to show up, thinking of what Rosaleen had said when I told her about their nightly visitations. "Bees swarm before death," she'd said.

I am performing on a nightly basis for WWE. I'm doing it in front of tens of thousands of people at the live events then millions on 'Monday Night Raw.'

Korean skin care is about the daily and nightly routine, and I do it religiously.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.   I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

When you do a play, you have the kind of nightly feeling of accomplishment. But you also have the daily dread of the doing it every night. And because you're doing the whole thing every day, it's like climbing up the mountain every single night. With a movie it's like climbing the mountain very slowly, over months of filming.

Love is a selfless service to mankind like a showcase done by the twinkling stars in beautiful nightly sky.

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late, the pain of sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horrors as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

How blessed are those whose lives have no fears, to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.- Dracula

My nightly blood lust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage.

What's this? What are the antagonists doing here – infiltrating their own audience? Well, they're not really. It's somebody else's audience at the moment, and these nightly spectacles are an appreciable part of the darkside hours of life of the rocket capital. The chances for any paradox here, really, are less than you think.

I simply cannot get used to the nightly betrayal of reason, humanity, genius.

The risk of taking sleeping pills nightly was not much less than the risks of smoking one pack of cigarettes a day.

I just completed a tour in Europe. I played every night. This requires traveling some days for six hours in a van or a train or a car. After six weeks of that, I checked into the hotel and just fell apart.

I really don't work a whole lot as far as touring, but I do stand-up every night of my life, no matter where I am. It's really made the touring a lot less grueling.

Perhaps what those who meditate today are seeking is a state that our ancestors would have considered their birthright, a nightly occurrence.

Another is the paradox of media reports, which transform terrible events into a form of nightly entertainment while pretending to inform.

Yet in my rural town I almost never run into anyone on my nightly walks—except for one eccentric, a man everyone calls Jogger John.

The nature of reaching, the nature of whispered entreaties, a thousand variations on the same invitation, is that both the reaching of hands and the question in question invariably lead to moments of complete incompleteness. Because the upshot of coupling is uncoupling. The essence of association is disassociation. Because you can fuck till you're blue, but at a certain point the inevitable nightly drawing apart happens for good. [Walt Kaplan/23 Kaplan's Furniture]

C.S. Lewis had come to demand of his nightly prayers a realization, a certain vividness of the imagination and the affectations – a sure recipe for sleeplessness and misery.

Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation.

You need to be able to maintain a healthy voice and fit body to be able to give performances in a big theatre night after night.

a baby becomes increasingly crabby even if her nightly sleep is constantly just a little too brief.