Man lives on earth not once, but three times: the first stage of his life is his continual sleep; the second, sleeping and waking by turns; the third, waking forever.
The worst things in life are: To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.
He asked, looking at her dark-rimmed eyes, "You do not sleep?" She shivered. "No. I do not want to sleep any more. I sleep too much already. It is so cold, where Quincy sends me in my sleep. Deep into the house, farther in, not into the house we see....
Whenever I work hard for other people, I always sleep on an empty stomach.
Don't tell any more fairy tales when the child has gone to sleep.
If two people say he is drunk, the third one should sleep.
Bran knew that men slept on top of women when they shared a bed. Sleeping under Lord Manderly would be like sleeping under a fallen horse, he imagined.
Never thought I’d intentionally sleep on a bathromm floor next to a toilet while sober, but I meant it when I said I would sleep anywhere with her.
Forget it, Jonathan, and go back to sleep. And before you go to sleep, pray that no well-meaning god ever makes you immortal.
Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.
She sleeps like a cocoyam. A thing without senses. She sleeps like his mother, unplugged from the world.
To sleep on our thoughts, Is better than to lose sleep over rash actions
Dreams come from the past, not from the future. Dreams shouldn't control you--you should control them.
If you have to choose between something that has form and something that doesn't, go for the one without form. That's my rule.
I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
Everybody has to start somewhere. You have your whole future ahead of you. Perfection doesn't happen right away.
With each passing moment I'm becoming part of the past. There is no future for me, just the past steadily accumulating.
In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.
I fell into a deep sleep tucked in that little cocoon, a deeper sleep than I might of had in years. Right up until someone kicked me and said "Gotcha!
Without risk, we are automatons going through our days with no purpose or meaning. We are safer, perhaps, but we are also, ironically, closer to death.
He looked groggy, and he told me he didn’t get any sleep, so I handed him a cat, because that’s like extra sleep right there.
