Quotes About Bedtime

Sweet dreams only," she murmured, touching the charm she'd hung over the beds of her babies. "Safe and sound

He never had a first read on the nightstand, not if he wanted to sleep, so he settled in with the familiar and fascinating

When bedtime came the difficulty was to write to Bonamy, Jacob found. Yet he had seen Salamis, and Marathon in the distance. Poor old Bonamy! No; there was something queer about it. He could not write to Bonamy.

Martin was one of those people for whom a good book before sleep is something to look forward to all day. Such a person, upon happening to recall, amidst routine occupations, that on his bedside table a book is waiting for him, in perfect safety, feels a surge of inexpressible happiness.

Your turn GIVE YOURSELF A BEDTIME Planning questions: What time would you like to wake up most mornings? About how many hours of sleep do you need on an average night? What time do you generally need to be in bed in order to get this amount of sleep? This is your bedtime.

I feel like I spend much of my energy some days convincing the younger people in my house to go to bed so I can go to bed. There is always something else that has to happen. The toddler wants to be rocked again. Someone else's homework must go in the backpack. Someone has forgotten to tell me something very important, some story that takes meandering minutes

I am not sleepy and I will not go to bed." --Lola

Bedtime reading is a doorway to dreams.

Books at bedtime, most enchanting Half-asleep, dipping our cozy feet Into fantasy and dreams so sweet.

It is not economical to go to bed early to save candles if the result is twins.

That was where friendships were smelted from unrefined ore into pure metal: two girls staying up past their bedtime, painting one another's nails, trying on one another's clothes, wondering about ghosts, confiding secrets, swapping tokens of undying affection, hours of whispering in the darkness.

Always kiss your children goodnight — even if they're already asleep.

Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they're already asleep.

Time for bed." I held my fist out. One by one, my flock stacked theirs on top, and then we headed up into the trees to sleep the sleep of the innocent. Well, okay, maybe not so innocent. But the sleep of the much less guilty than others, for sure.

I find it very difficult staying awake after 11.

I usually plan to read a book for a half-hour before bed, but then I end up staying awake until 3 A.M. to finish it. Fortunately, my dog doesn't mind when I keep the bedside lamp on.

Whatever our bedtime was as kids, we could stay up an extra half hour if we were reading. My parents didn't care as long as I was under the spell of a Stephen King or a Douglas Adams. Now I read in bed. I read at work. I read standing in line. It's like, 'Hello, my name is Nathan and I am a reader.'

There is no reason we should expect young children to enter the nocturnal darkness of sleep and dreams without help.

Ah, children, be afraid of going prayerless to bed, lest the Devil be your bedfellow.

Once when Monty was in kindergarten, I had read to him and was trying to get him to go to sleep. He said he didn't want to close his eyes because "It's dark in there.

Bedtime stories are a doorway to dreams.

It is not economical to go to bed early to save the candles if the result is twins.

What did your mother do?" he said. "Sir?" "When it was time for bed," said the King. "Tell me." The girls exchanged nervous glances. He was talking about Mother. "She used to help the girls with their prayers," said Azalea, hesitant. "And-sometimes she would read stories." The King set the sword on the table, next to the vase. "Very well," he said as the girls whispered to one another. "I will read you a story." The whispering stopped.

Bedtime could only be followed by TV. Or drinking.