Sleep Quotes


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

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

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.

Esist    Sleep    Spinning

Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired.
Smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision.
Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy.
Trust, even when your heart begs you not to.
Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see.
Frolick, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring.
Run, even when it feels like you can't run any more.
And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience---you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don't live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.

Afraid    Brave    Cry    Frolick    Heart    Kiss    Laugh    Life    Live    Remember    Run    Sing    Sleep    Smile    Trust    Twirl

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

Alone    Laugh    Sleep

Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.

People say, 'I'm going to sleep now,' as if it were nothing. But it's really a bizarre activity. 'For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I'm going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.'
If you didn't know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you'd seen.
They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the 'mind adventures' got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren't unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.'
So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you're in a science fiction movie. And whisper, 'The creature is regenerating itself.

Brain Droppings

George Carlin

Brain Droppings
Humor    Sci fi    Sleep

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).

Love    Monogamy    Polygamy    Sleep

What hath night to do with sleep?

Paradise Lost

John Milton

Paradise Lost

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

Insomnia    Night    Sleep

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.

Life    Live    Sleep    Tomorrow

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.

Awakening    Choice    Dance    Identity    Individuality    Life    Love    Name    Pain    Pleasure    Sleep    Treasure

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.

City of Thieves

David Benioff

City of Thieves

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

The Time Traveler's Wife

Audrey Niffenegger

The Time Traveler's Wife
Forgetting    Lover    Oblivion    Opiate    Sleep

Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.

She

H. Rider Haggard

She

There is no sunrise so beautiful that it is worth waking me up to see it.

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

Dark    Sleep    Soul    Sylvia plath

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.

Hamlet

William Shakespeare

Death    Pain    Sleep    Suicide

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.

Melancholy    Rain    Sadness    Sleep

Sleep is God. Go worship.

Death Masks

Jim Butcher

Death Masks

What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.

Dreams    Monsters    Ocean    Sleep

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.

Confusion    Death    Dreaming    Insomnia    Life    Lost    Place    Sleep

There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

Wuthering Heights

Emily Brontë

Wuthering Heights
Mornings    Sleep    Work

I think insomnia is a sign that a person is interesting.

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.

Even a soul submerged in sleep
is hard at work and helps
make something of the world.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

Are you still mad at me?"
"Yes."
"I'll go back to sleep, then."
"Good.

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

Love    Obsession    Sleep

I'd thought once, actually, of taking your mind, if you asked. I'd thought I could help you fall asleep at night."
He opened his mouth to say something. Shut it again. His face closed for a moment, his unreadable mask falling into place. He spoke softly. "But that wouldn't be fair; for after I slept you'd be left awake, with no one to help you sleep.

Fire

Kristin Cashore

Fire
Brigan    Fire    Kindness    Sleep    Trauma

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

Insanity    Insomnia    Reality    Sleep    Wake

If a woman sleeps alone it puts a shame on all men. God has a very big heart, but there is one sin He will not forgive. If a woman calls a man to her bed and he will not go.

Alone    Bed    God    Man    Shame    Sin    Sleep    Woman

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.

Stargirl

Jerry Spinelli

Stargirl

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.


The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

The Collected Poems

Theodore Roethke

The Collected Poems
Awareness    Consciousness    Destiny    Fate    Future    Life    Que sera sera    Reflection    Sleep    Waking

Do you know what it is like,
to lie in bed awake;
with thoughts to haunt
you every night,
of all your past mistakes.
Knowing sleep will set it right -
if you were not to wake.

Lang leav    Mistakes    Peace    Regret    Sadness    Sleep

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.

I want to see beauty. In the ugly, in the sink, in the suffering, in the daily, in all the days before I die, the moments before I sleep.

Beauty    Daily    Die    Life    Live    Moment    Sleep    Suffering    Ugly

sleep is such a luxury, which i cant afford.

Some people wake up drowsy. Some people wake up energized. I wake up dead.

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.

When you go,
if you go,
And I should want to die,
there's nothing I'd be saved by
more than the time
you fell asleep in my arms
in a trust so gentle
I let the darkening room
drink up the evening, till
rest, or the new rain
lightly roused you awake.
I asked if you heard the rain in your dream
and half dreaming still you only said, I love you.

Loss    Love    Rain    Sleep

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

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

Life    Sleep

When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.

The Left Hand of Darkness

Ursula K. Le Guin

The Left Hand of Darkness

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

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.

Motherless Brooklyn

Jonathan Lethem

Motherless Brooklyn
247    Insomnia    Sleep    Tourette s

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

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