Sleep Quotes

Sleep Quote of the day

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

The soul of the just contemplates in sleep a mysterious heaven.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

It is very difficult sometimes to keep awake, especially at church, but there is no difficulty at all about sleeping.

Sleep knocks on my eyes: they grow heavy. Sleep touches my mouth: it stays open.Truly, he comes to me on soft soles, the dearest of thieves, and steals my thoughts from me

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?

What pillow can one have like a good conscience?

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care The death of each day's life sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds great nature's second course Chief nourisher in life's feast.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

One hour's sleep before midnight is worth three after.

Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again.I'm tired of these stinky boots

To all to each a fair goodnight And pleasing dreams and slumbers light.

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

To sleep! perchance to dream ay there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil Must give us pause.

O sleep O gentle sleep Nature's soft nurse.

Marriage is good for those who are afraid to sleep alone at night.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.

Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep.

Be passionate about your dreams and never give sleep to your eyes until your good becomes better and your better becomes the best.

You will never be rewarded for the dreams you slept over day in day out. You will be rewarded for dreams you stay awake and achieved.

Until you let go of that bitterness in your heart, it will find a comfortable place to destroy your dreams, your sight and most times, your sleep.

It seemed the world was divided into good and bad people. The good ones slept better, [Cloquet thought, ] while the bad ones seemed to enjoy the waking hours much more.

When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'

Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...

Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night.

I assure you that I sleep anywhere, and always like a dormouse.

No small art is it to sleep: it is necessary for that purpose to keep awake all day.

Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.

I changed it. I had to. Do you know why?" She studied him, her eyes grave. "Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.

I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just that his justice cannot sleep forever.

Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.

It's the oasis, " said the camel driver."Well, why don't we go there right now?" the boy asked."Because we have to sleep.

We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?---"On death

I change during the course of a day. I wake and I'm one person, and when I go to sleep I know for certain I'm somebody else.

A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.

Of all the things which make up our Short-Time lives, sleep is surely the best.

There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.

Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.

Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit, And look on death itself!

In practice it is death that works soseductively behind the image of its brother, sleep

I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.

Life is something to do when you can't get to sleep.