Quotes About Bedtime

In these evenings he sat by our beds weaving folktales like vivid little scarves.

Brian was only thirteen. He was asleep by one A.M.

Everyone said good-night and went to his room.

I'm usually in bed by midnight.

Usually, I'm asleep by midnight.

I could lay here and read all night. I am not able to fall asleep without reading. You have the time when your brain has nothing to do so it rambles. I fool my brain out of that by making it read until it shuts off. I just think it is best to do something right up until you fall asleep.

People headed off to bed earlier than usual, no doubt exhausted by watching the crew work all day.

When I get into bed at night, I hope I don't get into it alone!

She was dressed to go to bed only it was ridiculously early to go to bed. She desired to be unconscious.

like a bairn trying tae stay up as late as possible.

Going to bed can cause imaginary conversations you should have had with certain people or real conversations with your brother who is calling from a bar in a different time zone.

The legend of a cable company trying to break the Internet makes scary bedtime stories for children of telecom geeks, but it is not reality.

Before bed, I read a book or flip on the radio - I'm not picky, I'll just turn it on and see what comes up. I burn a yummy lavender- scented candle.

Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.

And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?

Tick, tock," whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. "Tick, tock." "Tick, tock," I agree softly. "It's time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.

With reading, I was very lucky. I had a mother who read to me, not because she had time - she was a busy woman - but she found 10 minutes to come and sit on my bed with a book.

I'm a bed monster.

Bedtime is when I get most anxious because I have time to contemplate. I'm also more likely to question my mortality and catastrophise if I've seen or heard something upsetting about somebody.

So go to sleep, my little Brandon, my baby boy. You needn't fear. There are no monsters here.

Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed.

A good gulp of hot whisky at bedtime - it's not very scientific, but it helps.

My mother wrote poetry when I was young - I have an early memory of the sound of her typewriter - and my father told me inventive bedtime stories.

I take books on learning to bed - music theory, colour theory - and usually my brain thinks, 'Um, I think I'd rather turn off,' than learn something.