Quotes
Quotes about Sleep
O sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven That slid into my soul.
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.
Living is a disease from which sleep gives us relief eight hours a day.
Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, 'Did you sleep good?' I said 'No, I made a few mistakes.'
Nice guys finish last, but we get to sleep in.
To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep.
I have never taken any exercise except sleeping and resting.
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
Perhaps I am a bear, or some hibernating animal underneath, for the instinct to be half asleep all winter is so strong in me.
[Sleep is] the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.
If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there and worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the loss of sleep.
Better to get up late and be wide awake than to get up early and be asleep all day.
Blessed is the person who is too busy to worry in the daytime and too sleepy to worry at night.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps--does anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest! . . . . By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung.
I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I'm filled with music, As choirs of summer birds, "I cannot sing the old songs"-- I do not know the words.
A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
What's the business, That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!
