At five in the morning, I was half asleep. The whole left side of my body was taking a nap. Seems I’m also always half in love, from my waist down.

Words are dead, until action brings them life.

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic… because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep… you take a book to...

I morphed from a fly to a flower to a butterfly, which is like a combination flower and fly. I thought I was in love, but I was merely asleep.

I went for a walk this morning because the evening was still asleep. Well technically so was I, but that didn’t stop me from exercising.

Love is blind. Especially in the morning, because I can’t see a damn thing before having coffee.

Asleep you can experience many hours whilst only a few waking moments have passed. This is why dreams are an ideal platform for training.

I have heard all that you have had to say to me on your problems.You ask me what to do about them.It is my view that your real problem is that you are a member...

I went to a wake, but I wasn’t awake. I was asleep, not dead.

Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from...

As much as we don’t want to except it, there is a time limit to the best life God tries to offer you. When you disrespect it, push it away, play games with it, deny...

The laziness of adolescence is a rehearsal for the incapacity of old age.

When I’m asleep I’m a politician, and when I’m awake I’m a criminal. Throughout the day and night, my mentality never changes.

… and it was quite a sad thing,the way I watched you sleep like nothing could go wrong and I did not want to harm it, I did not want to blur it, but how...

People think coffee can be drunk with or without cream and sugar, but coffee can be drunk more ways than that. Coffee can be drunk awake or asleep, and coffee can be drunk by the...

I’m asleep.” You always were more romantic than me.

I was half asleep when I first saw her. She thought I was being flirty and winking at her. One eye open, one eye shut, that’s the best way to see love.

The more wakeful a man is to the things which surround him, the more asleep is he, and his waking is worse than his sleep.

A starving man asleep dreams of food, and even a crumb becomes a feast. When you’re hungry for affection even a no is better than being ignored.

You’ll know I’ve gone into ninja mode because I’ll have turned out the light. I make love like an assassin, and if you hear me snoring, I’m only pretending to be asleep! All love is...

There’s a genius in everyone. It’s either asleep or awake

My hands fell asleep, so I washed them with hot coffee. Then I had donuts for breakfast, by way of spinning circles in my car and burning rubber in the parking garage of my office...

I blink like a blanket. I’m not asleep—this extended motionlessness is how I make love.

We need more upright citizens in this country. Everybody is just lying down as if asleep to the issues. And those who are up and moving are merely sleepwalking.

Snuggle time is my favorite time. Well, that and 12:34 and 3:33. And the time between when I take my first sip of coffee at 8 AM and when I finally wake up, at 5:00...

I’m a sound sleeper. Every time I hear a sound I wake up. Sometimes I envy Helen Keller.

I soak my white socks in coffee, so I can wear them with brown pants and keep my feet from falling asleep.

You have to be awake at 6 a.m., when everyone else is asleep.

Growing up I was so poor I wore coffee cups as shoes. The good part was my feet never fell asleep.

I want to start a band called the Band-Aids. Free coffee for all who come to our show. We’d perform for the deaf and the asleep.

Sometimes we don’t know we’re dreaming; we can’t even fathom that we’re asleep.

During those hours, I had zero social awareness, as I was asleep. All the joggers who waved at me while I was walking can vouch for that.

I once said hello to a pack of goodbyes, but they were asleep to my coffee offering. They were running towards love, which is always running away from me.

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself

The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone?