Quotes About Slumber

Let sleeping gods lie.

He'd never been the type of awaken easily, always struggling to cross that daily border between slumber and the responsibilities of the wide awake world. But that day he had opened his eyes and known. Death had announced itself, named a time and place, and left him instantly alert.

On Thanksgiving night in 1915, fifty years after the close of the Civil War, Simmons and fifteen other men clambered up the granite monolith of Stone Mountain in Georgia. They built an altar on which they laid a Bible, an American flag, and a sword. The men set fire to a cross and shouted to the heavens an oath of allegiance to the Invisible Empire of a new age. The Ku Klux Klan had risen, Simmons proclaimed, "awakened from a slumber of a half a century.

I then fell asleep fast. Fell being the key word. Fell into the place called sleep, where we rest. Where we find peace for a little while.

And then without warning, his eyes closed, his chin dropped to his chest, and he fell asleep.

Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

somnolence, and on one occasion could not

She closed her eyes; and in the sweet slumber lying her spirit tiptoed from its lodging place. It's folly to shrink in fear, if this is dying; for death looked lovely in her face.

The slumber party took place in what the Methodists called a family room, the Catholics used as an extra bedroom, and the neighborhood's only Jews had turned into a combination darkroom and fallout shelter.

Sometimes even good old Homer nods.

My parents took us to dinner but we came back early. Tomorrow was to be a day of days and we must get a good night's rest. Nothing, Emily said, was a greater aid to beauty than a long slumber; the eyes were made clear and sparkling and the skin like tinted porcelain.

No, he keeps the schedule of a cat. Long hours of slumber interrupted by brief periods of self-grooming.

Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.

More than that, though, it gained a definite spiritual chill. Malevolent energy hovered around us, slow and thick like half-frozen honey. There was a gloating, miserly quality to it, bringing to my mind images of old Smaug lying in covetous slumber upon his bed of treasure.

We came from over here, to over there Then told we wonder mindless to degree most seldom furls in slumber, burns begins a century.

Death rock me asleep.

We Dûnyain, Cnaiür, are guides and trackers, students of the Logos, the Shortest Way. Of all the world, we alone have awakened from the dread slumber of custom. We alone." He drew Cnaiür's young hand to his lap. Thumbs probed the spaces between his calluses. How could bliss ache so? "Tell me, Chieftain-son, what do you desire before all things? What circumstance? Tell me, one who is awake, and I'll show you the trail you must follow." Cnai

Once upon a time, Sleeping Beauty decided to take a nap from which she would never wake up.

PRAYER Father, shake me from my slumber. Forgive me when I accuse You of failing to keep Your promises. Thank You for today, a fresh gift of grace. May I use it well to speak of Your mercy and extend Your Gospel, as I wait for You. Amen.

Narnia, held captive by the "post-Christian" Telmarines, cannot be rescued and renewed until Peter and Edmund exercise their masculine gifts to defeat the Telmarine army while Susan and Lucy exercise their feminine gifts to wake up the trees from their deep slumber.

Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have sounded all things with my sight.

We fear death, yet we long for slumber and beautiful dreams.

We cannot know what entering sleep feels like, for by the time it is complete the ability to register it to memory is lost. But we all know the gently plummeting feeling that precedes falling asleep and gives it its name.

Sometimes, in the night, it is expectant and therefore eager to be out. It has slept too long and is restless, fighting the force that keeps it patient. Years of internal slumber has drugged it, but not decisively, so that, once slightly touched, it starts and quivers and attempts to announce itself so strongly that, occasionally, a man's mind will wake in his bed and ask itself: Who is there?