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a8ab41a I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. sleep spinning Stephen Chbosky
3992d8c Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman). sleep polygamy monogamy Milan Kundera
3344b76 I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live. sleep live tomorrow Sylvia Plath
aec3d72 Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken... Kiss a lover Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure... Face your life Its pain, Its pleasure, Leave no path untaken. dance sleep pain individuality choice treasure identity life love name pleasure Neil Gaiman
c9f584c Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. lover sleep opiate oblivion Audrey Niffenegger
d19aeac Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten. sleep mortality immortality death life live-forever forgetting forget H. Rider Haggard
eb58cce To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and, by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub. sleep suicide pain William Shakespeare
e33711b I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on. sleep rain sadness Ray Bradbury
a9ac608 I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. sleep sylvia-plath soul Sylvia Plath
fb7a294 I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation. sleep death life insomnia place dreaming lost Raymond Carver
f846ccd There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep. sleep Homer
f5ccab1 I've dreamed a lot. I'm tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything. sleep dreams dreamless forgetting tired dreaming Fernando Pessoa
71ef007 It's in the morning, for most of us. It's that time, those few seconds when we're coming out of sleep but we're not really awake yet. For those few seconds we're something more primitive than what we are about to become. We have just slept the sleep of our most distant ancestors, and something of them and their world still clings to us. For those few moments we are unformed, uncivilized. We are not the people we know as ourselves, but creatures more in tune with a tree than a keyboard. We are untitled, unnamed, natural, suspended between was and will be, the tadpole before the frog, the worm before the butterfly. We are for a few brief moments, anything and everything we could be. And then...and then -- ah -- we open our eyes and the day is before us and ... we become ourselves. sleep life nonconformity Jerry Spinelli
cc15a79 After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn't it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked--as I am surprisingly often--why I bother to get up in the mornings. enlightened sleep color meaning beauty motivational inspirational questions Richard Dawkins
7d8ab80 I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. sleep look-forward the-bell-jar pillow pretend sylvia-plath night Sylvia Plath
87c6193 It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped. sleep sadness insomnia restlessness Kim Stanley Robinson
29bdc95 Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother. sleep John Steinbeck
8dd1cc5 When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep. sleep information Ursula K. LeGuin
9ff1961 Insomnia is a variant of Tourette's--the waking brain races, sampling the world after the world has turned away, touching it everywhere, refusing to settle, to join the collective nod. The insomniac brain is a sort of conspiracy theorist as well, believing too much in its own paranoiac importance--as though if it were to blink, then doze, the world might be overrun by some encroaching calamity, which its obsessive musings are somehow fending off. sleep tourette-s insomnia Jonathan Lethem
7123512 Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia. sleep Chuck Palahniuk
e1c0cd2 "Gabe?" The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. "There could be love", Jonas whispered." sleep stirred whispered Lois Lowry
dccb7f3 sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty. sleep man Franz Kafka
c619f11 In the old days, before I was married, or knew a lot of women, I would just pull down all the shades and go to bed for three or four days. I'd get up to shit. I'd eat a can of beans, go back to bed, just stay there for three or four days. Then I'd put on my clothes and I'd walk outside, and the sunlight was brilliant, and the sounds were great. I felt powerful, like a recharged battery. But you know the first bring-down? The first human face I saw on the sidewalk, I lost half my charge right there. sleep Charles Bukowski
04186b2 Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what's called at home. present sleep life waking-up Christopher Isherwood
250bac2 I remembered my little brother, Allyn, had appeared so innocent and angelic when he slept--similar to Kerrick. It must be a survival tactic. If Allyn hadn't looked so sweet, we would have killed him while he slept. He had been pure evil when he was awake--similar to Kerrick. sleep humor appearances brothers innocence survival Maria V. Snyder
af684ff Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be. sleep love the-perks-of-being-a-wallflower cry Stephen Chbosky
8ca0e4f One of the Georges - I forget which - once said that a certain number of hours' sleep each night - I cannot recall at the moment how many - made a man something which for the time being has slipped my memory. sleep P.G. Wodehouse
4b9ca13 If I couldn't sleep, I could read. sleep reading Gail Carson Levine
8c014f7 If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives. sleep death Richard Matheson
cdf7aeb He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has. sleep pnin wrist left-handed vladimir-nabokov insomnia left insomniac Vladimir Nabokov
fde67ab Were you watching me sleep? Because I thought we agreed that's creepy. sleep watching-someone-sleep kate-daniels Ilona Andrews
72a6ec1 God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again. sleep murder humanity darkness god god-s-creation hannibal never-ending psychopath the-silence-of-the-lambs doomed cycle doom serial-killer serial-killers crying punishment prison insanity horror mental-illness hell Thomas Harris
f1da8aa Anything seems possible at night when the rest of the world has gone to sleep. sleep imagination night David Almond
8038dd4 I wish I didn't have to think about you. You wanted to impress me; well, I'm not impressed, I'm disgusted...You wanted to make damn good and sure I'd never be able to turn over in bed again without feeling that body beside me, not there but tangible, like a leg that's been cut off. Gone but the place still hurts. sleep phantom-limb Margaret Atwood
cf8e019 "Its hard to stay up. Its been a long long day And you've got the sandman at your door. But hang on, leave the TV on and lets do it anyway. Its ok. You can always sleep through work tomorrow. Ok? Hey, Hey, Tomorrow's just your future yesterday. Tell the clock on the wall, "Forget the wake up call." Cause the night's not nearly through. Wipe the sleep from your eyes. Give yourself a surprise. Let your worries wait another day. And if you stay too late at the bar, At least you made it out this far. So make up your mind and say, "Let's do it anyway!" Its Ok You can always sleep through work tomorrow, ok? Hey, Hey, Tomorrow's just your future yesterday. Life's too short to worry about the things that you can live without And I regret to say, the morning light is hours away. The world can be such a fright, But it belongs to us tonight. What's the point of going to bed? sleep work tv theme Craig Ferguson
f8e0ee7 Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn't see why anyone else should. sleep Terry Pratchett
b2c274c I'll never waste my dreams by falling asleep. Never again. sleep Eugène Ionesco
3fb3044 If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is! sleep Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
1a9eae4 The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep. sleep sanity mind world Stephen King
25e91ed I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. sleep wake-up Ned Vizzini
2650662 Of all the things a man may do, sleep probably contributes most to keeping him sane. It puts brackets about each day. If you do something foolish or painful today, you get irritated if somebody mentions it, today. If it happened yesterday, though, you can nod or chuckle, as the case may be. You've crossed through nothingness or dream to another island in Time. sleep sanity time inspirational rest memory Roger Zelazny
f46de37 There's little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing. sleep woman women sadness happiness waking melancholy William Shakespeare
a94fdc0 They slept profoundly, desperately, greedily, as though for the last time, as though they had been condemned to stay awake forever and had to drink in all the sleep in the world during these last hours. sleep Hermann Hesse
b89dc3e The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness sleep sea Virginia Woolf
c50b7f7 There is a kind of sleep that steals upon us sometimes, which, while it holds the body prisoner, does not free the mind from a sense of things about it, and enable it to ramble at its pleasure. So far as an overpowering heaviness, a prostration of strength, and an utter inability to control our thoughts or power of motion, can be called sleep, this is it; and yet we have a consciousness of all that is going on about us; and if we dream at such a time, words which are really spoken, or sounds which really exist at the moment, accommodate themselves with surprising readiness to our visions, until reality and imagination become so strangely blended that it is afterwards almost a matter of impossibilty to separate the two. Nor is this, the most striking phenomenon, incidental to such a state. It is an undoubted fact, that although our senses of touch and sight be for the time dead, yet our sleeping thoughts, and the visionary scenes that pass before us, will be influenced, and materially influenced, by the of some external object: which may not have been near us when we closed our eyes: and of whose vicinity we have had no waking consciousness. sleep Charles Dickens
3f2133f She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more sleep suicide earth lost Alan Brennert
57718d2 Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. 'Stop thinking', swig, 'empty your head', swig, 'now, seriously empty your head'. sleep thoughts drinking binging empty-your-head ignoring playing-hard-to-get stop-thinking talking-to-yourself voices-inside-your-head thinking-process the-mind self-assurance murphy-s-law mantra insomnia sleeping alone cat ignorance thinking cats alcoholic lonely Gillian Flynn
2bb1ecf She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind? fairy-tales lovely sleep dreams inspirational inkheart sleeping dreaming Cornelia Funke
49c4b60 "Just let me sleep," she grumbled. "Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel." sleep hollows kim-harrison pale-demon Kim Harrison
7b49da0 The man was allergic to sleep. sleep Scott Westerfeld
91b032c All the kids from daycare are in dreamland. The froggie has made his last leap. Hell no you can't go to the bathroom. You know where you can go? The f**k to sleep. sleep Adam Mansbach
e8d5948 There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep... sleep dracula real stalking vampires Nicky Raven
a3f44d4 She walked down the basement steps. She saw an imaginary framed photo seep into the wall - a quiet-smiled secret. No more than a few meters, it was a long walk to the drop sheets and the assortment of paint cans that shielded Max Vandenburg. She removed the sheets closest to the wall until there was a small corridor to look through. The first part of him she saw was his shoulder, and through the slender gap, she slowly, painfully, inched her hand in until it rested there. His clothing was cool. He did not wake. She could feel his breathing and his shoulder moving up and down ever so slightly. For a while, she watched him. Then she sat and leaned back. Sleepy air seemed to have followed her. The scrawled words of practice stood magnificently on the wall by the stairs, jagged and childlike and sweet. They looked on as both the hidden Jew and the girl slept, hand to shoulder. They breathed. German and Jewish lungs. sleep friendship the-book-thief german jewish Markus Zusak
8c1b16c Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own. sleep love L.M. Montgomery
0e7d53c If one believed in angels one would feel that they must love us best when we are asleep and cannot hurt each other; and what a mercy it is that once in every twenty-four hours we are too utterly weary to go on being unkind. sleep unkindness Elizabeth von Arnim
6245406 Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out there, a volcano might blow, Israeli commandos might decimate a Palestinian village. I couldn't stop it. I was going to sleep. sleep volcano israeli-palestinian-conflict Haruki Murakami
ea10441 Being sent to bed is a terrible command to all children, because it means the most public possible humiliation in front of adults, the confession that they bear the stigma of childhood, of being small and having a child's need for sleep. sleep child children childhood Stefan Zweig
c1b3709 I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear. sleep Maureen Johnson
091c699 For there is nothing quite so terror-inducing as the loss of sleep. It creates phantoms and doubts, causes one to questions one's own abilities and judgement, and, over time, dismantles, from within, the body. sleep sleepless sleeplessness insomnia terror Charlie Huston
fb7341d When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again. sleep Irvine Welsh
ab67a7d You can't imagine the white-hot fury someone who can't sleep has toward the beautiful dreamer beside him. sleep fury Karen Joy Fowler
04aab11 It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment: people falling asleep like this. sleep Jonathan Franzen
7264c30 He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane. There were people who had trances, I had surely heard of them, and they followed strange laws of which we could know nothing, they obeyed the tangled orders of their own sub-conscious minds. Perhaps he was one of them, and here we were within six feet of death. sleep somnambulists trance Daphne du Maurier
5a9c5a0 What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts... sleep the-tempest William Shakespeare
1b83f20 ...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them. sleep suicide earth escape depression sorrow fear mother misery terror horror Fyodor Dostoyevsky
04e3818 It was sometimes said that the grey-and-black mountain range which ran like a spine north to south down that part of Faerie had once been a giant, who grew so huge and so heavy that, one day, worn out from the sheer effort of moving and living, he had stretched out on the plain and fallen into a sleep so profound that centuries passed between heartbeats. sleep giants Neil Gaiman
449e5c4 What pillow can one have like a good conscience? sleep pillow John Steinbeck
4388225 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. sleep William Shakespeare
4362b94 Happiness consists in getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more. All the wealthy, unhappy people you're ever met take sleeping pills; Mobile Infantrymen don't need them. Give a cap trooper a bunk and time to sack out in it and he's as happy as a worm in an apple - asleep. sleep Robert A. Heinlein
dd44e3f You cannot imagine the craving for rest that I feel--a hunger and thirst. For six long days, since my work was done, my mind has been a whirlpool, swift, unprogressive and incessant, a torrent of thoughts leading nowhere, spinning round swift and steady sleep work work-life-balance H.G. Wells
ba441b5 "You look tired," Rachel told Jason. "I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time." "Can't you?" Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. "I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel." "I probably could today," Jason conceded." rebellion sleep humor seeds mull Brandon Mull
29043ba "Hobbits always so polite, yes! O nice hobbits! Smeagol brings them up secret ways that nobody else could find. Tired he is, thirsty he is, yes thirsty; and he guides them and he searches for paths, and they saw sneak, sneak. Very nice friends, O yes my precious, very nice." Sam felt a little remorseful, but not yet trustful. "Sorry," he said. "I'm sorry, but you startled me out of my sleep. And I shouldn't have been sleeping, and that made me sharp. But Mr. Frodo, he's that tired, I asked him to have a wink; and well, that's how it is. Sorry. But where HAVE you been to?" "Sneaking," said Gollum, and the green glint did not leave his eyes. ... "Hullo, Smeagol!" Frodo said. "Found any food? Have you had any rest?" "No food, no rest, nothing for Smeagol," said Gollum. "He's a sneak." "Don't take names to yourself, Smeagol," Frodo said. "It's unwise, whether they are true or false." "Smeagol has to take what's given to him," answered Gollum. "He was given that name by kind Master Samwise, the hobbit that knows so much." sleep sneak sméagol the-two-towers hobbit frodo-baggins samwise-gamgee rest path gollum lord-of-the-rings name J.R.R. Tolkien
eb02c0f ... all good things beyond sleep come precisely because we defy gravity while we live. sleep life good-things Dan Simmons
3211eb5 A while later, I lingered in the hinterlands of sleep. Sometimes I think there is more rest in that place between wakefulness and sleep than there is in true sleep. The mind walks in the twilight of both states, and finds the truths that are hidden alike by daylight and dreams. Things we are not ready to know abide in that place, awaiting that unguarded frame of mind. sleep Robin Hobb
f1f6fa2 Why won't they let me be? I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little. sleep tiredness George R.R. Martin
c3d3e9f There are the people of the day, and the creatures of the night. And it's important to remember that the creatures of the night aren't simply the people of the day staying up late because they think that makes them cool and interesting. It takes more than heavy mascara and a pale complexion to cross the divide. sleep night Terry Pratchett
c6b6db5 "Man's conscious state is an awareness of body and breath. His subconscious state, active in sleep, is associated with his mental, and temporary, separation from body and breath. His superconscious state is a freedom from the delusion that "existence" depends on body and breath. God lives without breath; the soul made in his image becomes conscious of itself, for the first time, only during the breathless state." sleep soul Paramahansa Yogananda
7842c42 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. sleep good Woody Allen
852b6a6 Long ago you were a dream in your mother's sleep, and then she awoke to give you birth. sleep motherhood imminence inherency birth creation Kahlil Gibran
439576b Do we choose sleep? Hell no and bullshit - we fall. We give ourselves over to possibility, to whim and fancy, to the bed, to the pillow, the tiny white tablet. And these choose for us. sleep Tim O'Brien
b6171df The mind cannot fall asleep as long as it watches itself. Only when the mind moves unwatched and becomes absorbed in images that tug it as it were to one side does self-consciousness dissolve and sleep with its healing, brilliantly detailed fictions pour in upon the jittery spirit. Falling asleep is a study in trust. Likewise, religion tries to put as ease with the world. Being human cannot be borne alone. We need other presences. We need soft night noises-a mother speaking downstairs. We need the little clicks and sighs of a sustaining otherness. We need the gods. sleep religion self-consciousness John Updike
6889898 That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep. sleep looking-for-alaska John Green
15f72f2 "TO WHOM LIFE IS AN EXPERIENCE TO BE CARRIED AS FAR AS POSSIBLE... I have not meant to express my thought but to help you clarify what you yourself think... sleep reason religion monsters Georges Bataille
03de986 I love that moment, when you stop struggling to stay awake and your eyelids shut sink down and you slip effortlessly into another realm that's beckoning to you. sleep away struggling realm life-and-death Rachel Klein
1a16ca3 I won't take a real nap. I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe. sleep sleepless relax restless tired Laurie Halse Anderson
4131837 "Would you ever sleep with me?" he questioned once. "Never," she'd replied, her large eyes shining in the bluish glow from his TV set, "but I love you... in a different way. I'll always be loyal to you, I'll never betray you, that's how I love people." sleep television love glow asexuality loyal betrayal Rebecca McNutt
6c6d7ad My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought. sleep time silence thought Markus Zusak
36c3d2b Ich werde stehen und warten. Ich werde mude werden. Ich werde nicht einschlafen. Ich werde sterben. sleep existence waiting Hermann Hesse
a262d93 What happens is my mind starts to go in circles, thinking and thinking, and then I can't sleep. And once a couple of days go by, if you haven't slept, you start to get sick. You can't eat. You start to cry. It just feeds on itself. sleep depression sick mental-health Mohsin Hamid
3942be7 Our nights are different. She falls asleep like someone yielding to the gentle tug of a warm tide, and floats with confidence till morning. I fall asleep more grudgingly, thrashing at the waves, either reluctant to let a good day depart or still bitching about a bad one. Different currents run through our spells of unconsciousness. sleep Julian Barnes
deaa842 Sometimes, as Eve was born from one of Adam's ribs, a woman was born during my sleep from a cramped position of my thigh. Formed from the pleasure I was on the point of enjoying, she, I imagined, was the one offering it to me. My body, which felt in hers my own warmth, would try to find itself inside her, I would wake up. The rest of humanity seemed very remote compared to this woman I had left scarcely a few moments before; my cheek was still warm from her kiss, my body aching from the weight of hers. If, as sometimes happens, she had the features of a woman I had known in life, I would devote myself entirely to this end: to finding her again, like those who go off on a journey to see a longed-for city with their own eyes and imagine that one can enjoy in reality the charm of a dream. Little by little, the memory of her would fade, I had forgotten the girl of my dream. sleep Marcel Proust
256bed5 The sun was up, the room already too warm. Light filtered in through the net curtains, hanging suspended in the air, sediment in a pond. My head felt like a sack of pulp. Still in my nightgown, damp from some fright I'd pushed aside like foliage, I pulled myself up and out of my tangled bed, then forced myself through the usual dawn rituals - the ceremonies we perform to make ourselves look sane and acceptable to other people. The hair must be smoothed down after whatever apparitions have made it stand on end during the night, the expression of staring disbelief washed from the eyes. The teeth brushed, such as they are. God knows what bones I'd been gnawing in my sleep. sleep wake-up waking-up sleeping Margaret Atwood
3add49c My favorite cure for boredom is sleep. It's very easy to get to sleep when bored and very hard to get bored after a long rest. sleep cure-for-boredom boredom restlessness Robert M. Pirsig
b820aaf But unshed tears can turn rancid. So can memory. So can biting your tongue. My bad nights were beginning. I couldn't sleep. sleep tears Margaret Atwood
f70e64a I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night. I've had enough of thinking, enough of remembering. sleep people hostile slime streets sweat enough cry crying thinking remembering Jean Rhys
e737f9a Certainty. Life's last and kindest gift. sleep death-and-dying death czech-literature 20th-century-literature gallows-humor certainty bliss endings cynicism gifts Milan Kundera
3e8625c "Ich mochte schlafen, aber du musst tanzen." [ ]" sleep Theodor Storm
2864f8c People who are contented and serene sleep well. They fall asleep easily, stay asleep, and wake refreshed. Conversely, people who are anxious, stressed, or depressed do not sleep well, and chronic insomnia is strongly associated with mood disorders. These are clear correlations, but what is cause and what is effect is not clear. Most experts agree that sleep and mood are closely related, that healthy sleep can enhance emotional well-being, while insufficient quantity or quality of sleep can adversely affect it. sleep Andrew Weil
45b02e1 On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges. sleep writing inspirational thought-provoking Tom Robbins
8f677b9 "Hullo!" said Merry. "So that's what is bothering you? Now, Pippin my lad, don't forget Gildor's saying--the one Sam used to quote: Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger." "But our whole life for months has been one long meddling in the affairs of Wizards," said Pippin. "I should like a bit of information as well as danger. I should like a look at that ball." "Go to sleep!" said Merry. "You'll get information enough, sooner or later. My dear Pippin, no Took ever beat a Brandybuck for inquisitiveness; but is it this time, I ask you?" "All right! What's the harm in my telling you what I should like: a look at that stone? I know I can't have it, with old Gandalf sitting on it, like a hen on an egg. But it doesn't help much to get no more from you than a you-can't-have-it-so-go-to-sleep!" "Well, what else could I say?" said Merry. "I'm sorry, Pippin, but you really must wait till the morning. I'll be as curious as you like after breakfast, and I'll help you in any way I can at wizard-wheedling. But I can't keep awake any longer. If I yawn any more, I shall split at the ears. Good night!" sleep tolkien gildor meriadoc-branybuck merry-brandybuck peregrin-took pippin-took the-two-towers hobbits the-lord-of-the-rings j-r-r-tolkien wizards J.R.R. Tolkien
df18dd3 "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." sleep oasis Paulo Coelho
260df3d For several days, I slept. Whether this was a necessary part of physical recovery, or a stubborn retreat from waking reality, I do not know, but I woke only reluctantly to take a little food, falling at once back into a stupor of oblivion, as though the small, warm weight of broth in my stomach were an anchor that pulled me after it, down through the murky fathoms of sleep. sleep reality recovery Diana Gabaldon
71b271c Everyone else reached the Shores of Sleep, but I remained oceans away. sleep Gail Carson Levine
2dad1fe He imagined that he was looking for her and couldn't find her anywhere, that the two of them were lost on a vast ship, sleep is a skilled magician, it changes the proportions of things, the distances between them, it separates people and they're lying next to each other, brings them together and they can barely see one another, the woman is sleeping only a few yards away from him and he cannot reach her, yet it's so very easy to go from port to starboard. sleep reach ship sea José Saramago
a1b53ae He woke up and fought another battle and won. Then he went to bed and slept again and dreamed again and then he woke up and won again and slept again and he hardly noticed when waking became sleeping. Nor did he care. sleep life truth purpuse ender genius Orson Scott Card
1e1dda3 Seven billion who need to be kept happy, and docile, until the end. How do you do that? What's the best way to calm down a scared kid, get them to go back to sleep? Tell them a story. Some shit about Jesus or whatever. sleep story happy people jesus funny religion truth docile frightened population terrifying delusion terrified dying scared Neal Stephenson
78a1da2 Parfois, tu reves que le sommeil est une morte lente qui te gagne, une anestesie douce et terrible a la fois, une necrose heureuse : le froid monte le long de tes jambes, le long de tes bras, monte lentement, t'engourdit, t'annihile. Ton orteil est une montagne lointaine, ta jambe un fleuve, ta joue est ton oreiller, tu loges tout entier dans ton pouce, tu fonds, tu coules comme du sable, comme du mercure. sleep Georges Perec
d238018 Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught; Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes of thought As Hermes with his lyre in sleep profound The hundred wakeful eyes of Argus bound; For I am weary, and am overwrought With too much toil, with too much care distraught, And with the iron crown of anguish crowned. Lay thy soft hand upon my brow and cheek, O peaceful Sleep! until from pain released I breathe again uninterrupted breath! Ah, with what subtile meaning did the Greek Call thee the lesser mystery at the feast Whereof the greater mystery is death! sleep weariness peace Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
f0da447 Forget it, Jonathan, and go back to sleep. And before you go to sleep, pray that no well-meaning god ever makes you immortal. sleep immortality jonathan-rebeck Peter S. Beagle
7c52fd0 Before he could lose courage he flung himself back and slammed his sleep-inducer to full theta. sleep James Tiptree Jr.
58defea A beautiful nap this afternoon that put velvet between my vertebrae. sleep rest Henry Miller
7dd6314 The soul of the just contemplates in sleep a mysterious heaven. sleep Victor Hugo
72d68bf Mumbai is the sweet, sweaty smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love. It's the smell of Gods, demons, empires, and civilizations in resurrection and decay. Its the blue skin-smell of the sea, no matter where you are in the island city, and the blood metal smell of machines. It smells of the stir and sleep and the waste of sixty million animals, more than half of them humans and rats. It smells of heartbreak, and the struggle to live, and of the crucial failures and love that produces courage. It smells of ten thousand restaurants, five thousand temples, shrines, churches and mosques, and of hunderd bazaar devoted exclusively to perfume, spices, incense, and freshly cut flowers. That smell, above all things - is that what welcomes me and tells me that I have come home. Then there were people. Assamese, Jats, and Punjabis; people from Rajasthan, Bengal, and Tamil Nadu; from Pushkar, Cochin, and Konark; warrior caste, Brahmin, and untouchable; Hindi, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Jain, Parsee, Animist; fair skin and dark, green eyes and golden brown and black; every different face and form of that extravagant variety, that incoparable beauty, India. sleep hate human hope love smell-sea mumbai shantaram colour empire sweat sweet beautiful city Gregory David Roberts
3412a8c I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything. sleep Laurie Halse Anderson
f584b87 Sleep is an unfortunate biological requirement that both wastes time and leaves one vulnerable. sleep pendergast Douglas Preston
104ab4f By the time she awoke she couldn't even remember if she had a dream or a nightmare. There had only been a deathlike peace. sleep dream death dreams amanda awoke building-122 deathlike group-2 kings-park kings-park-psychiatric-center kings-park-state-hospital kppc kpsh psych-ward jason-medina peace hospital nightmare Jason Medina
168de9f I never advise friends to put money in anything,. said Danny. 'It's a no-win situation - if they make a profit they forget that it was you who recommended it, and if they make a loss they never stop reminding you. My only advise would be not to gamble what you can't afford, and never to risk an amount that might cause you to lose a night's sleep money sleep loss risk friends afford recommend gamble investment win Jeffrey Archer
9d645e6 Dreams are just lies that we tell ourselves while we're asleep. sleep deams false cynical fake lie nightmare Rebecca McNutt
5d71a3f The sleep he went back to was never the one he left. sleep run Ann Patchett
80d74e4 Sleepiness seemed to be creeping out of the ground and up their legs, and falling softly out of the air upon theirheads and eyes. sleep the-lord-of-the-rings J.R.R. Tolkien
b5c1478 Nick drank the coffee, the coffee according to Hopkins. The coffee was bitter. Nick laughed. It made a good ending to the story. His mind was starting to work. He knew he could choke it because he was tired enough. He spilled the coffee out of the pot and shook the grounds loose into the fire. He lit a cigarette and went inside the tent. He took off his shoes and trousers, sitting on the blankets, rolled the shoes up inside the trousers for a pillow and got in between the blankets. Out through the front of the tent he watched the glow of the fire when the night wind blew on it. It was a quiet night. The swamp was perfectly quiet. Nick stretched under the blanket comfortably. A mosquito hummed close to his ear. Nick sat up and lit a match. The mosquito was on the canvas, over his head. Nick moved the match quickly up to it. The mosquito made a satisfactory hiss in the flame. The match went out. Nick lay down again under the blankets. He turned on his side and shut his eyes. He was sleepy. He felt sleep coming. He curled up under the blanket and went to sleep. sleep coffee bliss Ernest Hemingway
480aadc Rest is essential, but during our periods of rest, we must think to ourselves that in resting we are renewing our energy to fulfill our commitment. sleep nap wu-wei rest energy Wu Wei
dcd5ddf He tried to think of death as he had done now and then, but that tired him and he dozed off. When he awoke an hour later, he felt fresh and calm as though he had slept for days. sleep reflections Hermann Hesse
3d85b76 An unrested mind is prone to wander into unfruitful avenues; it is nothing that a good night's sleep cannot cure. sleep rest thinking Diane Setterfield
3e32f51 And she did seem then to go to sleep instantly: the quick flight into oblivion of the chronically unhappy person. sleep depression the-sea-the-sea iris-murdoch unhappy oblivion Iris Murdoch
5b3e3bf Boy needs to get a good night's sleep. Otherwise, he'll be lucky to get accepted at SUNY-So Far Upstate You Might As Well Be In Canada, ? sleep humor college insomniac Rachel Cohn
374a2b7 Let me sleep at last. I've had misery enough in my life. You said there was nowhere to go to. There is death to go to. I've had misery enough in my life. sleep escape desperate the-black-prince iris-murdoch suicidal misery Iris Murdoch
13f2a60 Getting up early and feeling awake was the one skill he had never truly perfected - he got up, of course, but it never felt natural. sleep sleeps sleeping skill natural Larry McMurtry
17b55f7 You can do without sleep or without food, but not without both and sleep wasn't an option. sleep needs Ilona Andrews
0715b40 Orr slept. He dreamed. There was no rub. sleep shakespeare Ursula K. Le Guin
5360afd Be honest with yourself; set the alarm for the time the Real You will get up, not the Ambitious You, because the Ambitious You doesn't really exist. sleep funny humor life mornings Laurie Notaro
0594adb "Shergahn and friend lay like poleaxed steers, and the Daranfelian's greasy hair was thick with potatoes, carrots, gravy, and chunks of beef. His companion had less stew in his hair, but an equally large lump was rising fast, and Brandark flipped his improvised club into the air, caught it in proper dipping position, and filled it once more from the pot without even glancing at them. He raised the ladle to his nose, inhaled deeply, and glanced at the cook with an impudent twitch of his ears. "Smells delicious," he said while the laughter started up all around the fire. "I imagine a bellyful of this should help a hungry man sleep. Why, just look what a single ladle of it did for Shergahn!" laughter sleep good humorous defeat funny humor lump steer yummy stew triumph delicious shame bully food David Weber
70643fb it felt like waking up over and over without falling sleep in between. sleep James S.A. Corey
5751545 Adulthood's full of ghosts... High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially. sleep life Emily St. John Mandel
bce377a A man that sleeps all night wastes too much of life. sleep sleeps sleeping waste Larry McMurtry
d527767 When your day has been teeming with different sensations, when you have things on your mind, you can get to sleep to start with but you can't get back to sleep. Sleep comes a lot more easily than it comes back. sleep Victor Hugo
d0a3bc6 William awoke one morning to find that -- despite having no memory of it - he'd send a message to the Requisitions Department demanding ten thousand gallons of sleep (73% concentrate, with acetic acid stabilizer). The request had been rejected, but someone from Requisitions sent back a blanket and a pillow. sleep Bryce C. Anderson
3f8b35e A sleeping man would miss the best of the evening, and the moonrise as well. sleep sleeping Larry McMurtry
090584d There are things we do automatically, our body, acting on its own, avoids inconvenience whenever possible, that is why we sleep on the eve of battle or execution, and why ultimately we die when we can no longer bear the harsh light of existence. sleep existence life José Saramago
f7181b5 Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping. sleep funeral Cormac McCarthy
3ff2978 Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It must have woken her a little After a moment he felt her turn as well and lay a hand, instinctively, like a sleeping wife, across his hips; as if, in some dream, he was the one who escaped. sleep loneliness love john-fowles John Fowles
cb4707e I'm not sure what form I expected the threat to take; a police car actually stopping outside, a powerfully built black man darting up the drive? I had several dreams of siege, in which the house became a frail slatted box, shadowy and exquisite within, the walls all cracked and bleached louvres which fell to powder as one brushed against them. In one dream Arthur and I were there, and others, old school friends, a gaggle of black kids from the Shaft, my grandfather tearful and hopeless. We knew we had no chance of surviving the violence that surrounded us, closing in fast, and I was gripped by a nauseating terror. I woke up in the certain knowledge that I was about to die: the bedsprings were ticking from the sprinting vehemence of my heartbeat. I didn't dare go back to sleep and after a while sat up and read, while Arthur slept deeply beside me. It took days to lose the mood of the dream, and its power to prickle my scalp. The neighbourhood seemed eerily impregnated with it, and its passing made possible a new confidence, as if a sentence had been lifted. sleep murder gay Alan Hollinghurst
1a94a2f Ah, sleep, clothe me in thy velvet cloak. sleep dreams rest dreaming Stewart Stafford
67dac53 When Indians sleep, they really do sleep. Neither adults nor children have a regular bed-time -- when they're tired they just drop, fully clothed, on to their beds, or the ground if they have no beds, and don't stir again until the next day begins. All one hears is occasionally someone crying out in their sleep, or a dog -- maybe a jackal -- baying at the moon. I lie awake for hours: with happiness, actually. I have never known such a sense of communion. Lying like this under the open sky there is a feeling of being immersed in space -- though not in empty space, for there are all these people sleeping all around me, the whole town and I am part of it. How different from my often very lonely room in London with only my walls to look at and my books to read. sleep Ruth Prawer Jhabvala
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