Quotes About Dreamless

O little town of Bethlehem!How still we see thee lie;Above thy deep and dreamless sleepThe silent stars go by;Yet in thy dark streets shinethThe everlasting Light;The hopes and fears of all the yearsAre met in thee tonight.

He dozed off, into a dreamless oblivion, for what seemed like seconds but was in fact hours, and awoke hungover, the inner surface of his skull pulsing like a single, giant nerve being chewed by some ruminant animal.

She slept a dreamless sleep free of dragons for she had slain them once again

the most dreamless and introspective time of day, a sort of midnight of the daytime

There are days in retirement that are the waking equivalent of a dreamless sleep, if you know what I mean.

Please show them to the dreamless sleepers that we may reawaken and welcome them back into our company," said Golgoth.

When he slept he did so dreamlessly, like a bug.

She slept a dreamless sleep free of dragons for she had slain them once again. The Children of Ankh

Is there no anodyne despair may buy, No draught of dreamless sleep for such as I? Discordant singer in the choir of Love, Who neither cares to live nor dares to die.

The absent and inert girl hanging dreamless from my arms is no more foreign to me than the door or window through which I can look or pass. I rediscover indifference (allowing her to leave me) when I fall asleep, through an inability to love what happens. It is impossible for her to know whom she will discover when I hold her, because she obstinately attains a complete forgetting.

Life is there ahead of you and either one tests oneself in its challenges or huddles in the valleys of a dreamless day-to-day existence whose only purpose is the preservation of a illusory security and safety. The latter is what the vast majority of people choose to do, fearing the adventure into the unknown.

Happy the man...with a natural gift for practising the right one [art] from the start-- poetry, say, or fishing; whose nights are dreamless; whose deep-sunk panoramas rise and pass like daylight through the rod's eye or the nib's eye.

I fell onto the bed and was asleep in seconds. It was a nourishing, dreamless sleep, but I woke after four hours, and I was too alert, too restless, to find sleep again.

For either death is a dreamless sleep—which is plainly good—or the soul migrates to another world.

I think that I was born on a day God was fast asleep. And whatever happened after my birth was nothing but dreamless ignorance.

I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

The idea of his life ending was not much of a problem for him. In fact, it had become an oddly familiar theme. He had died so many times, and in so many ways, he was used to it. It held no more terror for him than falling asleep – which was often worse, because when he slept, he had nightmares. At least being deadish was a dreamless state, and the only difference between being deadish and being dead was the length of time involved.

Their sleep was dreamless, as it would be for a long, long time.

I am worn, down to the raw nub of my soul. Now is the time, o bitter beer, soothe my spirit; smooth mouth of whisky, tell me lies of truth; but better still, sweet wine, be harbinger of deep and dreamless sleep....

The pain of hunger beneath everything. At the end of all love-making, the dreamless sleep after the orgasm, which is like death.

I had napped... earlier — dropping into a dreamless void as soon as the adrenaline left my system...

Malacca fascinates me more and more daily. There is, among other things, a mediaevalism about it. The noise of the modern world reaches it only in the faintest echoes; its sleep is almost dreamless. Its sensations seem to come out of books read in childhood.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?