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

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.

Clay lies still, but blood’s a rover;
Breath’s a ware that will not keep.
Up, lad: when the journey’s over
There’ll be time enough to sleep.

He hated the oblivion of sleep. There was too much to do, too much of life to live. He grudged every moment of life sleep robbed him of, and before the clock had ceased its clattering he was head and ears in the washbasin and thrilling to the cold bite of the water.

I think if I had taken the blue pill, it says I would go back to sleep and I would have never known what was happening. Which sounds very depressing. So I’m glad I took the right pill.

Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of good wine

The world slept, and it was like the sleep of death.

Then he dozed off to sleep and to dream dreams that for madness and audacity rivalled those of poppy-eaters.

After two stories, I blew out my light. The night was clear. My ceiling was the sky and an eyelash of the moon. By shifting from side to side, I made my hammock swing me into sleep.

But sleep was busy elsewhere.

Everyone else reached the Shores of Sleep, but I remained oceans away.

I gathered them on my stomach and waited for sleep. But sleep was busy elsewhere.

If I couldn’t sleep, I could read.

Old longings nomadic leap, Chafing at custom’s chain; Again from its brumal sleep Wakens the ferine strain.

Life certainly points it out to you – ‘you can go this way or the other way.’ You have to decide and it’s a very strong decision because, would you sleep well knowing that you’re living in the best place, but you’re letting the place where you should live alone?

In battle, in forest, at the precipice in the mountains
On the dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows,
In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame,
The good deeds a man has done before defend him.

If I am playing a game, I want to give my best, and that’s the only thing that helps me sleep peacefully at night.

I shall never sleep calmly again when I think of the horrors that lurk ceaselessly behind life in time and in space, and of those unhallowed blasphemies from elder stars which dream beneath the sea, known and favoured by a nightmare cult ready and eager to loose them upon the world whenever another earthquake shall heave their monstrous stone city again to the sun and air.

It is the most complete skin-crawling, silently screaming evocation of hell; the reinforced concrete transubstantiation of sleepless megalomania and hysterical fear

I don’t get enough sleep so I always have undereye bags.

Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps.

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

After a break-up people always claim that things will get better, and in fact they do. ( but not because we in fact ARE better but that the pain, has beaten every last ounce of feeling from us. after we are wasted away, because food and drink seems to be like sand being choked down, and sleep is no comfort because you know you’ll dream of them, and have to wake with knowing they’ll not be there. after all this is accepted, we are what people claim is ‘better’.

The dream is not what you see in sleep, it is the thing which doesn’t let you sleep.

Those who wanted to sleep, not from fatigue but because of the nostalgia of dreams.

A Portuguese man who couldn’t sleep because the noise of the stars disturbed him.

But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

I am too tired, I must try to rest and sleep, otherwise I am lost in every respect. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require an expenditure of so much strength.

Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.

Most men are not wicked… They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.

We sleep in separate rooms, we have dinner apart, we take separate vacations – we’re doing everything we can to keep our marriage together.

I can’t go to sleep unless I’ve watched at least two episodes of American Dad on Hulu or iTunes. It just feels familiar. It’s like a lullaby.

He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

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

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher’s the poet’s equal there.

I have miles to go before I sleep.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

If I miss one training, then I will not sleep well.

Happiness consists in getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more.

I imagine the tears in your eyes the very first night I’ll sleep without you and when it happens I’ll be miles away.

Dreams are not what you see in your sleep, dreams are things which do not let you sleep.

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

Sometimes I train in the middle of the night, all on my own. Can’t sleep, don’t want to sleep, get up, go to the gym, work. This is early for me, being here at half ten in the morning, this is really early, and I’m only here because I Sometimes I train in the middle of the night, all on my own. Can’t sleep, don’t want to sleep, get up, go to the gym, work. This is early for me, being here at half ten in the morning, this is really early, and I’m only here because I screwed up yesterday and kept you hanging around. Other times I’ll call up my wrestling coach, or my jiu jitsu coach, or my deep-tissue guy, and want to really focus on one part of what I do. I train in all these different disciplines.

screwed up yesterday and kept you hanging around. Other times I’ll call up my wrestling coach, or my jiu jitsu coach, or my deep-tissue guy, and want to really focus on one part of what I do. I train in all these different disciplines.

To do anything to a high level it has to be total obsession. Ask José Mourinho, he wouldn’t know a thing about me, my sport – he knows football, and to get to high levels you have to be insane, nothing else means anything. I respect all forms of movement and lifestyles, but I am in a bubble. I wake up, it is in my head; I go to sleep, it’s in my head, 24/7.

I eat, sleep and breathe training.

You sleep on a win and you’ll wake up with a loss.

I just came out of the gym from three hours this morning. I got five hours of sleep. That’s it. Every day of my life, I’m trying to find a different way to get better.

The activity affected by causes like fainting, sleep, excessive joy, grief, possession by spirits, fear etc goes to the heart, its own place.

That which is not present in deep dreamless sleep is not real.

God is here, right now, at our side. We can see him in this mist, in the ground we’re walking on, even in my shoes. His angels keep watch while we sleep and help us in our work. In order to find God, you have only to look around.

The nights I don’t sleep it’s because there’s a higher calling telling me to stand guard.

But you can’t focus on things that matter if all you’ve been is asleep for forty years. Funny how sleep rhymes with sheep. You know.

Sleep is the best meditation.

Six hours sleep for a man, seven for a woman and eight for a fool.

A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

In my next life I want to be a cat. To sleep 20 hours a day and wait to be fed. To sit around licking my ass.

It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about getting to bed.

But the elastic heart of youth cannot be compressed into one constrained shape long at a time. Tom presently began to drift insensibly back into the concerns of his life again. What if he turned his back, now, and disappeared mysteriously? He would join the Indians . . . He would be a pirate! That was it! Now his future lay plain before him, and glowing with unimaginable splendor.

Success means we go to sleep at night knowing that our talents and ablities were used in a way that served others.

This malady which Swann’s love had become had so proliferated, was so closely interwoven with all his habits, with all his actions, with his thoughts, his health, his sleep, his life, even with what he hoped for after his death, was so utterly inseparable from him.

The dignity of the artist lies in his duty of keeping awake the sense of wonder in the world. In this long vigil he often has to vary his methods of stimulation; but in this long vigil he is also himself striving against a continual tendency to sleep.

I am not a complete vegetarian. I eat only animals that have died in their sleep.

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death

We spent all day travelling, living away from the people you love, not sleep in our own bed … We are far from our own houses. We live in hotels, clubs. And now that I am a father it is much more difficult

I always say, keep a diary and someday it’ll keep you.

Well, the end of another busy day. I can’t wait till I get back to bed. If that don’t work I’ll try to sleep.

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust. Then, go to sleep. Give up your body heat, your beating heart. Then, trust.

Don’t follow your dreams – they’re probably sleep-deprived and lost.

You have to eat and sleep just enough to survive

And now to sleep, to dream. . . perchance to fart

Men who are unhappy, like men who sleep badly, are always proud of the fact.

I felt like if any two people had any kind of sexual affinity for each other they had to sleep with each other immediately, otherwise it was a terrible betrayal and waste…Fortunately, I’m relieved of those obsessions now. It’s really wonderful. It’s really wonderful not feeling you have to sleep with everybody.

Sex and sleep alone make me conscious that I am mortal

And even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.

AeschylusThe sleepless pain when a loved one becomes a memory

I was gonna stay overnight at my friend’s house, he said “You’re going to have to sleep on the floor.”
Damn gravity. Got me again!

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

Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up… now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone to sleep

You can’t stay married in a situation where you are afraid to go to sleep in case your wife might cut your throat.