I had a dream about you. You were being hung. I had a sword in one hand and a stool in the other. I couldn’t decide which one to use, so I stood on the stool and threw myself on the sword. It was the least I could do to protest capital punishment.
Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
Sleeping is nice. You forget about everything for a little while.
I won’t be lulled by the lullaby, when what waits after is eternal sleep.
I sprained my ankle. I was asleep at the time. I rest restlessly.
Ah, wonderful sleep. I love to sleep. It’s one of the things I’m really good at.
The story was called ‘Annika and the Bears.’ The beginning of the story is really the end, and Annika is staring wide-eyed into new velvet-black darkness. The eyes she stares with were brown once, sparkling and the exact color of root beer, but are now an empty ice-blue, almost white. Annika is waiting for her...
Harry and I are expecting to sleep on the ground, maybe in a tent.
The sleep he went back to was never the one he left.
Healthy people sleep eight hours,Wealthy people sleep four hours.
That’s one thing people don’t know about me – I eat in my sleep. I can’t keep things in the house; I literally have in my refrigerator water, coconut water, orange juice, hemp milk and like, tea bags. And that’s really it. Because I eat in my sleep.
It’s the smell of him in the bathroom, all I need to get ready for the day. Watching him get dressed, and the sound in the kitchen; a slow hum of a song and his movements, picking things to eat. The way I could observe him, for hours, just go on with his day –...
I’m romantic. I’ll try to make your bed while you’re still sleeping in it.
I’m terrified of bugs and I travel with sprays, lotions, potions; the lot. I have to check the room before I go to sleep and if I come across a bug and fail to remove it I have to sleep in a separate room as I’m paranoid that I’ll be taken advantage of as I...
All I want is to sleep–to dream. Life is better in dreams.
Sleep is a daily reminder from God that we are not God. Once a day God sends us to bed like patients with a sickness. The sickness is a chronic tendency to think we are in control and that our work is indispensable. To cure us of this disease God turns us into helpless sacks...