Sleep Quotes - Page 10

I wonder if there is anyone who is not depraved. A wearisome thought.
I want money. Unless I have it....
In my sleep, a natural death!

I've never really understood why people sleep. Wasting a third of your life and becoming vulnerable for almost 8 hours every night. Doesn't seem very appealing to me.

Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond who you were.

Before he could lose courage he flung himself back and slammed his sleep-inducer to full theta.

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.

With great power comes a great need to take a nap.

As water is to a thirsty soul, so is sleep to a weakened body

Good soul easily sleeps well.

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

The night seemed long. Wilbur's stomach was empty and his mind was full. And when your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it's always hard to sleep.

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

If a composer suffers from loss of sleep and his sleeplessness induces him to turn out masterpieces, what a profitable loss it is!

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.

Sometimes,
all you can do
is lie in bed,
and hope
to fall asleep
before
you fall apart.

Sleep was a vehicle for passing the time, for avoiding the present. It was a trolley for the depressed, the impatient, and the dying.

It was impossible to sleep. Anxiety stopped me from falling asleep; depression woke me up.

My only relief is to sleep. When I'm sleeping, I'm not sad, I'm not angry, I'm not lonely, I'm nothing.

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).