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No wonder Sleeping Beauty looked so good...she took long naps, never got old, and didn't have to do anything but snore to get her Prince Charming.
— Olive Green
All the kids from daycare are in dreamland.The froggie has made his last leap.Hell no you can't go to the bathroom.You know where you can go?The f**k to sleep.
— Adam Mansbach, Go the Fuck to Sleep
Sleep did not honor me with it’s presence.
— Alysha Speer, Sharden
When you wake up with a song stuck in your head, it means an angel sang you to sleep.
— Denise Baer
I am a total zombie just after I wake up. It takes me half an hour even to get my eyes open. Ask anyone who knows me. I can't see
—  I can't talk properly
Commander! Sir! Wake up!"Jack surfaced from sleep, wondering who the commander was and wishing he'd respond so he could go back to sleep - until he remembered that he was the commander.
— Cinda Williams Chima, The Dragon Heir
There are many ways a self-respecting (not to mention sane) teenage girl might react to having a teenage boy suddenly in her bedroom in the middle of the night.Hit.Panic.Flail.Freeze.
— Ally Carter, Only the Good Spy Young
Those with a moral deficit put on a good show, and sleep like a baby.
— Paul   Newman
The habit is now confirmed in me of spending the greater part of the day in sleep, while by night I wander far and wide through the city under the sedative influence of a tincture which has become necessary to my life
— M.P. Shiel, Xélucha and Others
Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught.
— Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room
I sleep better knowing that a naked cork-eater is not sneaking around at night, stealing my underwear. 
— Maureen Johnson, The Bermudez Triangle
He awoke, opened his eye. The room meant very little to him; he was too deeply immersed in the non-being from which he had just come. If he had not the energy to ascertain his position in time and space, he also lacked the desire. ... In utter comfort, utter relaxation he lay absolutely still for a while, and then sank back into on the the light momentary sleeps that occur after a long, profound one.
— Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
I breathe slowly and deeply. I make my eyes still under eyelids, I make my mind still, and soon, Sleep, seeing a perfect reproduction of himself, comes to be united with his facsimile.
— Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife
Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.
— Albert Camus
I wish I didn't have to think about you. You wanted to impress me; well, I'm not impressed, I'm disgusted...You wanted to make damn good and sure I'd never be able to turn over in bed again without feeling that body beside me, not there but tangible, like a leg that's been cut off. Gone but the place still hurts.
— Margaret Atwood, Life Before Man
I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest criminal and most self- absorbed egotist are holy, by a natural magic, as long as they're sleeping. For me there's no discernible difference between killing a child and killing a sleeping man.
— Fernando Pessoa
The man was allergic to sleep.
— Scott Westerfeld, Leviathan
Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation.
— J.M. Coetzee, Waiting for the Barbarians
It was only after my head started reeling and my body started weaving and I tumbled into bed that I'd hear that soothing voice singing...The reverbations of that voice wandered sweetly, softly, working like a massage on the area of my heart that was the most tightly clenched, helping those knots to loosen. It was like the rush of waves, and like the laughter of people I'd met in all kinds of places, people I'd become friendly with and then separated from, and like the kind words all those people had said to me, and like the mewing of a cat I had lost, and like the mixture of noises that rang in the background in a place that was dear to me, a place far away, a place that no longer existed, and like the rushing of trees that whisked past my ears as I breathed in a scent of fresh greenery on a trip someplace... the voice was like a combination of all this.
— Banana Yoshimoto, Asleep
It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment: people falling asleep like this.
— Jonathan Franzen, The Corrections
True sleep eluded me. Morpheus is a capricious god; he comes easily to some and only with greatest difficulty to others. To lure him, it is best to pretend disinterest. Engage the mind in some pursuit unrelated to what is truly desired and allow no distraction from it. For me, nothing works so well as a walk through Rome.
— Sara Poole, Poison
All right,’ Nico relented. ‘Maybe a little …’ He managed to take off his aviator jacket and wad it into a pillow before he keeled over and began to snore.
— Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus
I'll never waste my dreams by falling asleep. Never again.
— Eugène Ionesco, Man With Bags
Just let me sleep," she grumbled. "Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel.
— Kim Harrison, Pale Demon
She once again thought about how badly she wanted to crawl back beneath the mound of already cooling blankets that covered her bed like an inviting nest.
— Kimberly Derting, The Body Finder
... all good things beyond sleep come precisely because we defy gravity while we live.
— Dan Simmons, A Winter Haunting
Do you Believe? Do you Fade like a Dream?Let me hear you BREATHELet me watch as you sleepThe Sparrow's Eyes... Promises shift into judgmentsI cannot deny that you were designed for my punishments
— Slipknot
I used to sleep the sleep of someone who knew she was loved. Now, I didn't.
— Kristen Ashley, For You
Do we choose sleep? Hell no and bullshit - we fall. We give ourselves over to possibility, to whim and fancy, to the bed, to the pillow, the tiny white tablet. And these choose for us.
— Tim O'Brien, In the Lake of the Woods
When I get home I take some sleeping pills and within what seemed like half an hour of unconsciousness it was Monday morning again.
— Irvine Welsh, Filth
Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.
— D.H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers
...sleep is a skilled magician, it changes the proportions of things, the distances between them, it separates people and they're lying next to each other, brings them together and they can barely see one another...
— José Saramago, The Tale of the Unknown Island
Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars
…he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered. He wanted her to be a virgin and not a virgin all at once. He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone - riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria - even dancing, she danced alone - and it was the aloneness that filled him with love. He remembered telling her that one evening. How she nodded and looked away. And how, later, when he kissed her, she received the kiss without returning it, her eyes wide open, not afraid, not a virgin’s eyes, just flat and uninvolved.
— Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried
No real reason for the lack of sleep, it’s a disadvantage of rotating shifts that every so often your body clock just throws up it’s hands in despair and goes to sulk behind the sofa – leaving you suffering insomnia and/or intense fatigue.
— Tom Reynolds, Blood, Sweat and Tea
I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms. In the forest, as if sensing my plight, wolves howled nocturnal laments. The magnificent lunar lullabies of my lupine brethren wooed me into a deep and cleansing sleep.
— Mark  Rice, Metallic Dreams
At length the Lady Galadriel released them from her eyes, and she smiled. ‘Do not let your hearts be troubled,’ she said. ‘Tonight you shall sleep in peace.’ Then they sighed and felt suddenly weary, as those who have been questioned long and deeply, though no words had been spoken openly.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
I want to sleep with you, fall asleep and sleep. That magnificent folk word, how deep, how true, how unequivocal, how exactly what it says. Just – sleep. And nothing more. No, another thing: and know right into the deepest sleep that it is you. And more: how your heart sounds. And – kiss your heart.
— Marina Tsvetaeva, Letters, Summer 1926
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
— Theodore Roethke, Words for the Wind: The Collected Verse
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...
— William Wordsworth, The Major Works
He slept like an animal, well and lightly, faced in the opposite direction from that of a man; for a man going to sleep is about to escape into it while animals are prepared to escape out of it.
— Theodore Sturgeon, More Than Human
Creativity is more about taking the facts, fictions, and feelings we store away and finding new ways to connect them. What we're talking about here is metaphor. Metaphor is the lifeblood of all art, if it is not art itself. Metaphor is our vocabulary for connecting what we are experiencing now with what we have experienced before. It's not only how we express what we remember , it's how we interpret it - for ourselves and others.
— Twyla Tharp
In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well... I wasn't entirely alone... It's not possible to sleep alone...
— Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night
Do not be alarmed if they look paler than the other maidens of Greece. They are scarcely of this Earth, and seem to be shaking off the sleep of a past life.
— Charles Nodier, Smarra & Trilby
I feel like I'm sleeping when I'm awake, and really living when I'm asleep.
— Michael J. White
Under the stars,I tried to sleep,but for once in my life couldn't.My mutant super power-the ability to nod off at at the drop of a hat,any time,anywhere-had deserted me.
— James Lovegrove, The Age of Odin
North," said the face beneath the sheet. "I belong to the National Association of Broadcasting Employees and Technicians. If you wake me up before I've slept twelve hours, I get paid short turnaround.""But Rose--""If you wake me up before seven hours, I get to push a screwdriver into your l
— Andrew Klavan
What an odd thing a stranger is. A stranger sleeping next to you. I listen to his breathing as if it were his entire life, with its hidden processes, the pulsing of the blood in the tissues, with thousands of tiny hidden decays and combustions, which together create and maintain him.
— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years
The sigh of all the seas breaking in measure round the isles soothed them; the night wrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, the birds beginning and the dawn weaving their thin voices in to its whiteness
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Sleep is an under-ocean dipped into each night.
— Jim Morrison, The Lords and the New Creatures
[Hot flashes] are the prime cause of sleep disruption in women over age fifty, Suzanne Woodward of Wayne State University School of Medicine reports. Her studies show that hot flashes in sleep occur about once an hour. Most prompt an arousal of three minutes or longer. Independently of their hot flashes, women who have them still awaken briefly every eight minutes on average. The sleep process dramatically blunts memory for awakenings, Woodward said, and in the morning women seldom realize how poorly they slept. Instead, they often focus on the daytime consequences of poor sleep, which include fatigue, lethargy, mood swings, depression, and irritability. Many women and their doctors, Woodward said, dismiss such symptoms as "just menopause." This is a mistake, she suggested, because treatment can reduce or eliminate hot flashes, aid sleep, relieve other symptoms, and improve a woman's quality of life. Treatment also helps keep frequent awakenings from becoming a bad habit that continues after hot flashes subside.
— Michael Smolensky, The Body Clock Guide to Better Health: How to Use your Body's Natural Clock to Fight Illness and Achieve Maximum Health
she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise
— Unknownnown
And then, despite all these concerns, Arnette felt her mind begin to loosen, the images of the day unwinding inside her like a spool of thread, pulling her down into sleep.
— Justin Cronin, The Passage
I assure you that I sleep anywhere, and always like a dormouse.
— Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina
One afternoon, disgusted, bravo, you fall asleep.
— Tim Lilburn, Moosewood Sandhills
But I was awake, sitting by the window looking down at the trailer and Mr. Zoltan's truck. I could not sleep. That is how it is with folks my age. We take naps during the day, and then we cannot sleep at night. I think that it is because God is getting us ready for the grave. Is that right? Did He ever tell you? ("The Little Stranger")
— Gene Wolfe, American Fantastic Tales: Terror and the Uncanny from the 1940's Until Now
In this very special self-hypnotic state there can be no question of getting out of touch with on[e]self and floating into a normal sleep (unless you are very tired at the start)
— Vladimir Nabokov
Now, sprawled comfortably in his motel bed, Anson Sharp enjoyed the sleep of the amoral, which is far deeper and more restful than the sleep of the just, the righteous, and the innocent.
— Dean Koontz, Shadow Fires
I wash with the can of water I set aside the night before, and eat whatever I put next to it. The washing is not strictly necessary but, again, I have always found it a good way to greet the day. You wash after a period of work, after all, and what else is a night of sleep, if not work, or a journey at least? ("The Things He Said")
— Michael Marshall Smith
Feeling a little calmer?” she asked, leaning against the desk again.Dax snorted. “Mellow as anything. I’m ready to curl up and take a nap now. Don’t mind if I purr.
— Katherine McIntyre, Forged Alliances
Not everyone can afford the luxury of sleep.
— Mahrukh
She was so exhausted. She slept. She was unaware of Tyler stifling his own grief.
— Melinda Heald
He buried his nose in his pillow and went to sleep—to dream of anything rather than getting on in the world, as a sensible young man in his position ought to have done.
— H.G. Wells, The History of Mr. Polly
Rest is essential, but during our periods of rest, we must think to ourselves that in resting we are renewing our energy to fulfill our commitment.
— Wu Wei, I Ching Wisdom: More Guidance from the Book of Answers
The only time I have problems is when I sleep.
— Tupac Shakur
Sleep disorders are a known occupational hazard to astronomers and their support staff.
— Steven Magee
Coming out of sleep, I had the advantage of two worlds, the layered firmament of dream and the temporal fixtures of the mind awake. I stretched luxuriously—a good and tingling sensation. It's as though the skin has shrunk in the night and one must push it out to daytime size by bulging the muscles, and there's an a itching pleasure in it.
— John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
Alarm clocks are the bane of humanity. Sleep inertia, the decline in motor dexterity, subjective feeling of grogginess, and impaired state of awareness and mental performance is normal after awakening from even a light sleep. Scientific studies reveal that abruptly awakening from a deep sleep amplifies the severity and duration of sleep inertia.
— Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls
On the big bed, Mamima and Sandeep’s mother began to dream, sprawled in vivid crab-like postures. His aunt lay on her stomach, her arms bent as if she were swimming to the edge of a lake; his mother lay on her back, her feet (one of which had a scar on it) arranged in the joyous pose of a dancer.
— Amit Chaudhuri, A Strange And Sublime Address
Sleep came on him as a thief, consciousness stolen like a forgotten coin from his pocket.
— Jasmine Silvera, Death's Dancer
When your day has been teeming with different sensations, when you have things on your mind, you can get to sleep to start with but you can't get back to sleep. Sleep comes a lot more easily than it comes back.
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
Sometimes I wanted to go to sleep and not wake up. I’d lie awake in bed, wondering, wishing, hoping that I’d close my eyes and then I just … wouldn’t open them ever again.
— Brighton Walsh, Captive
Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.
— Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses
Death is the final sleep that you never awaken from.
— Steven Magee
They had slept in the shelter of the ruins, though neither of them really got true rest.
— Sarah J. Maas, Empire of Storms
Most animals sleep in a hole in the ground or hanging from a tree. Man alone has made for himself an elaborate resting place. And yet he is the only one to have developed the alarm clock to rouse himself from it, the only species to spend sixteen or more hours of each day away from it.
— James Rozoff
Night gets its own way in the end. The torches go out, the fire burns down to its internal organs, and the hall is charcoal and darkness.His mind shrinks as the heat dies, a ticking ember.
— Matthew Francis, The Mabinogi
There are times when you wake at dawn and check your neck for the marks of the vampire, those two little red dots, your pupils still contracted with hate, muscles weary from the struggle.
— Marie Darrieussecq, My Phantom Husband
Don't go to sleep doused in hatred.Instead go to sleep snuggled in love.
— Anthony T. Hincks
He could sleep in the ruins of cities lost for centuries.
— Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight
As the bus took us north on a connection of dark farm roads and smaller highways, I started to wonder where all the cars were. How could the streets be so empty? How could people sleep when there was so much at stake, so much happening, when there were so many reasons to be awake and alive? And I wondered how it was that I could feel both empty, like these streets, and yet so full at the same time. And those weren't the only contrasting poles inside me. I felt sad and happy. Scared and exhilarated. I felt young and old.
— Dana Reinhardt, The Summer I Learned to Fly
With regard to sleep and waking, we must consider what they are: whether they are peculiar to soul or to body, or common to both; and if common, to what part of soul or body the appertain: further, from what cause it arises that they are atributes of animals, and whether all animals share in them both, or some partake of the one only, others of the other only, or some partake of neither and some of both.
— Aristotle, On Sleep and Sleeplessness
Though sleep is called our best friend, it is a friend who often keeps us waiting!
— Jules Verne
Let those who are awake awaken the dormant in every matter which desperately needs the liberating light of the truth or else the dormant will forever sleep!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Maybe, I thought, Knight would talk about the marrow. He sat quietly, whether thinking or fuming or both, it was hard to tell. But he eventually arrived at a reply. It felt like some great mystic was about to revel the meaning of life."Get enough sleep," he said.He set his jaw in a way that conveyed he wouldn't be saying any more. This was what he had learned. I accepted it as truth.
— Michael Finkel, The Stranger in the Woods: The Extraordinary Story of the Last True Hermit
The rain is, in a sense, The sole sad friend of those who find themselvesThinking, wide awake, until the dawn,Who, in bed, alone, with fevered hands, Listen to it, soothed. They like the companyOf its faint moan across the sleeping plain,Its rustling in the garden all night
— Alain-Fournier, Poems
Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,The death of each day's life, sore labor's bath,Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Then all was quiet save only for the low voices of those that talked together, ... , and saving, also, for the mellow snoring of Friar Tuck, who enjoyed his sleep with a noise as of one sawing soft wood very slowly.
— Howard Pyle, The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood
However interesting and lovely my days were, I could get from one day to the next only by passing through a night. I have, it is true, known lovely nights here; nights of sound sleep and good dreams and nights made wakeful by happy thoughts. but I have not always been a good sleeper, and my thoughts at night have sometimes been far from happy.
— Wendell Berry, Jayber Crow
On the day the Gjallerhorn is blown, it will wake the gods, no matter where they are, no matter how deeply they sleep.Heimdall will blow Gjallerhorn only once, at the end of all things, Ragnarok.
— Neil Gaiman, Norse Mythology
Dreams are just lies that we tell ourselves while we're asleep.
— Rebecca McNutt, Mandy and Alecto: The Collected Smog City Book Series
You're kidding, right?" Shane asked. "You don't need caffeine. You need sleep." He held out the last cup, and Claire realized she'd been wrong; there was someone else in the shadows. Deeper in the shadows even than Oliver had been.Myrnin.He looked completely different to her now, and not just because he wasn't crazy anymore. He'd remembered how to dress himself, for one thing; gone were the costume coats and Mardi Gras beads and flip-flops. He had on a gray knit shirt, black pants, and a jacket that looked a bit out of period, but not as much as before.All clean. He even had shoes on."Yes, you must sleep," he agreed, as he accepted the cup and tried the coffee. "I've gone to far too much trouble to train up another apprentice at this late date. We have work to do, Claire. Good, hard work. Some of it may even earn you accolades, once you leave Morganville."She smiled slowly. "You'll never let me leave."Myrnin's dark eyes fixed on hers. "Maybe I will," he said. "But you must give me at least a few more years, my friend. I have a great deal to learn from you, and I am a very slow learner.
— Rachel Caine, Carpe Corpus
Certainty. Life's last and kindest gift.
— Milan Kundera, Life is Elsewhere
And sometimes when I tilt my head,in that deep sleep, I realize I forgot to tell youwhat happened at work, in the thick of,all other rubbish daily stuff.And then I hate to believe, it’s more than5 hours to hit the snooze, and now suddenly the night seems longer- than any lazy afternoon.I want to talk to you now, before I forgetHow I have imagined you will react, word by word,And act by act. But I kind of manage dozing off in a few minutes,And I clearly forget it morning,This entire instance.But tonight- when you are asleep, and I amWide awake like a snake, I don’t say I forgot anyBuzz to discuss, but I have this insane gushOf words of tell you I how much I have loved you through.Precisely none of this should be forgotten,So I decide to write this poem and tell you,I am so much in my moment of truth.
— Jasleen Kaur Gumber
For the gaming fishermen there was the Whatoosie River and its native cocka-snoek, the main game fish of the resident Skegg’s Valley Dynamite Fishing Club. Cocka-snoek were wily and tough and rather too bright for mere fish. You wouldn’t catch much with a rod around here. Many inexperienced visitors would find the bait stolen from their hooks, which punctuated the discovery that their lines had somehow got snagged and tangled irretrievably around some underwater obstruction – sometimes tied together with neat little bows. Often, several direct hits with hand grenades were needed to stun the creatures long enough just to catch them, gut them and fry them, but these former military types had become experts at it. For a modest fee, tours could be arranged via the booking office, which included an overnight stay on the banks of the river where one could drop off to a great night’s sleep after a satisfying meal of cocka-snoek done on an open fire, and the sound the bits of shrapnel made rattling in your stomach.
— Christina Engela, Loderunner
Sleep had ceased to be a mere physical necessity; it was something voluptuous, and debauch more than a relief.
— George Orwell, Down and Out in Paris and London & the Road to Wigan Pier
But who, in these modern times, slept well?
— Dexter Palmer, Version Control
The noise of the world is so terrible that we can endure it only by being coated with sleep.
— Saul Bellow, Novels, 1984-2000
Many countries collapsed totally just because nations of that country were sleeping like a log while the country is collapsing totally!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
I rest in ease, knowing there are others out there, whispering themselves to sleep, just like me.
— Charlotte Eriksson
The worst part about her new chambers was that all these wardrobes and vanities and drapes meant there was no space--none at all--for a bookcase. Who on earth could feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room with no books?
— Cynthia Hand, My Lady Jane
They got under each of my shoulders and pulled me up, Padma walking in front of me and holding her arms out for good measure. I walked on my own, but I knew that if they hadn’t been there, I might have fallen more than once. Side by side, we marched into the Ocean, all of us crying for
— Kiera Cass, The Siren
Toilet paper unrolled and slitheredthen wrapped around my tummy.That paper tried to roll me upinto an Egyptian mummy.
— Melinda K. Trotter, Pixie the Night Watch Cat
I told her that the pills will let her slip off and that when a person dies there comes a long clean sleep.”	“That’s all,” Alexandria whispers, echoing after her, “a long clean sleep.
— Annie Fisher, The Greater Picture
If making a difference in someone else’s life makes me sleep every night, then I will do it everyday.
— Gugu Mona
Granny Weatherwax had a primal snore. It had never been tamed. No one had ever had to sleep next to it, to curb its wilder excesses by means of a kick, a prod in the small of the back, or a pillow used as a bludgeon. It had had years in a lonely bedroom to perfect the knark, the graaah, and the gnoc, gnoc, gnoc unimpeded by the nudges, jabs, and occasional attempts at murder that usually moderate the snore impulse over time
— Terry Pratchett
Then he kept to the back streets, and found a place that did a very reasonable double sausage, egg, bacon and fried slice, in the hope that food could replace sleep.
— Terry Pratchett, Going Postal
Beds aren't for sleeping, and clothes aren't for bed.
— John L. Neidigh
What a thing this sleeplessness was!...If sleep, she thought, could be compared to a gentle lake ina dark place, the sleeplessness was a roaring ocean, a raging, wind-buffeted voyage, lit with mad rocket-lights, pursued by wild phantoms from behind, plunging upon fearful rocks ahead, a mad tempest of the past and present and future all in one. Through all this the pale, strenuous mariner must somehow steer a way, until at last the weary dawn, not of sleep, but of resignation to sleeplessness, comes to calm the waters of the mind.
— Patrick Hamilton, The Slaves of Solitude
Forgive all before you go to sleep, you'll be forgiven before you get up. – Lord Krishna.
— Vikrmn, Corpkshetra
Everyone else reached the Shores of Sleep, but I remained oceans away.
— Gail Carson Levine, Ella Enchanted
I slept so long and hard that when my mother woke me the next morning I was a stranger to myself.
— Lauren Wolk, Wolf Hollow
The sun has goneTo bed and so must I
— Oscar Hammerstein
Adulthood’s full of ghosts... High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially.
— Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven
Parker Haas, crying Omaha, and his sleepless Rose.
— Charlie Huston, Sleepless
I can't sleep, I don't have what to do... I'm ill.... wow... the best choice will be listening to a podcast what more awesome than that?
— Deyth Banger
It is in your best interest to avoid sleep debt, otherwise be prepared to pay both the DEBT and the INTEREST!
— Stan Jacobs, The Dusk And Dawn Master: A Practical Guide to Transforming Evening and Morning Habits, Achieving Better Sleep, and Mastering Your Life
The secret to creating a five-star sleeping environment is about using your five senses.
— Stan Jacobs, The Dusk And Dawn Master: A Practical Guide to Transforming Evening and Morning Habits, Achieving Better Sleep, and Mastering Your Life
If giving to the needy makes me sleep every night, then I will do it everyday.
— Gugu Mona
When something hurts them, they weep.By night, they rest, they sleep
— Christina Engela, Other Kids Are Kids Almost Just Like You
Angelo," he said, and felt the bed rock as Angelo shuddered, caught halfway between REM atonia - the inhibition of movement caused by the shutdown of monoamines in the brain - and waking.
— Elizabeth Bear, Carnival
By helping us keep the world in perspective, sleep gives us a chance to refocus on the essence of who we are. And in that place of connection, it is easier for the fears and concerns of the world to drop away.
— Arianna Huffington, The Sleep Revolution: Transforming Your Life, One Night at a Time
You know… the airport is the only place you can walk around with no shoes, a glazed look on your face, and sleep on the benches and no one judges you.
— Coriander Woodruff, The Call of the Spectacled Owl
Only the innocent know the peace of untroubled sleep. Confess sins, and you will sleep like a newborn babe.
— George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons
When we shrink our whole reality down to pending projects, when our life becomes our endless to-do list, it's difficult to put them aside each night and let ourselves fall asleep and connect with something deeper.
— Arianna Huffington, The Sleep Revolution: Transforming Your Life, One Night at a Time
I finally did sleep for a little while, only it was like the difference between Pringles and actual chips, like someone took sleep and then put it through a horrible industrial machine, made it into a paste, and re-formed it and baked it into a shape that was supposed to look like sleep but was not anything even close.
— Rufi Thorpe, Dear Fang, With Love
I couldn't sleep 5/23/2016 and 5/24/2016 the time between them the night which puts differences between the day and split them.
— Deyth Banger
Sleep sparks a series of pulses across the webs of neurons, pulses like waves; it washes out what is unnecessary and leaves only what's important behind.
— Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
Lie. Lie. Lie. But remember.Move. Move. While others sleep, move.
— Anthony O'Neill, The Dark Side
Jim slept deeply, lulled by the rhythmic rumble of the purring Pye.
— Luggs, Heaven Won't Wait
To Sleep"O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, Enshaded in forgetfulness divine:O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes,Or wait the "Amen," ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities.Then save me, or the passed day will shineUpon my pillow, breeding many woes,— Save me from curious Conscience, that still lordsIts strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
— John Keats, The Complete Poems
Who cares what time you wake up and go to bed? What matters most is what you do with your life in between.
— J.R. Rim
O sleep! ridiculous mystery which makes faces appear so grotesque, you are the revealer of human ugliness. You uncover all shortcomings, all deformities and all defects. You turn every face touched by you into a caricature.
— Guy de Maupassant, 88 Short Stories
A stranger sleeps next to me, like a stone beside another stone.
— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years
Like chocolate, she craved sleep and it made her life brighter, but she could do without.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Flies to Wanton Boys
You know how sometimes when you're drifting off to sleep you feel that jolt, like you were falling and caught yourself at the last second? It's nothing to be concerned about, it's usually just the parasite adjusting its grip.
— David Wong, This Book Is Full of Spiders: Seriously, Dude, Don't Touch It
Happiness depends on sound sleep, orderly bowels and regular meals.
— Matthew Fort, Sweet Honey, Bitter Lemons
My bed is the magical place I love to overthink like a PSYCHO.
— Tanya Masse
My bed is the magical place where I love to overthink like a PSYCHO.
— Tanya Masse
Come on, baby. It’s time.”“You’re mean, Noah.”The blanket falls off her arm as I slide a finger down her shoulder. Goose bumps form along her skin at my touch. She may be cranky, but she’s responding.“A deal’s a deal,” I remind her.“I changed my mind. I’d rather sleep.” With her eyes still shut, she hunts for the cover, but I kick it off. She presses her lips together. “I’m serious. You’re the meanest person I know.”I kiss her neck then blow on the skin, pleased with the smile she’s fighting.“Does that feel mean?” I ask.“Horribly.” She giggles. “It’s torture.
— Katie McGarry, Breaking the Rules
When I can’t fall sleep, I pray.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
In their sleep, both boys kept moving closer to me, and when I finally drifted off, there was one arm wrapped around my stomach and one hand intertwined with mine.
— Ali Novak, My Life with the Walter Boys
In troubled times, one wishes for a sound sleep more than usual, but on the contrary, realizing its amplified importance, sleep smugly impedes all attempts to woo it.
— Pawan Mishra, Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy
I walked along the shore in the morning light, the winds have slept in the arms of dawn after crying all night.
— Ipsit Bibhudarshi, Heart's Call
One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it.
— Jean Cocteau
A sleeping man would miss the best of the evening, and the moonrise as well.
— Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
A man that sleeps all night wastes too much of life.
— Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
Getting up early and feeling awake was the one skill he had never truly perfected - he got up, of course, but it never felt natural.
— Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove
I am here to tell youWe are all of us just as mighty as planets—and you too,We'll let you in, we've got stalwart to spare—But you might have to sleep on the floor.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams
I felt just the way I imagine the shade of poor old Samuel must have felt when the witch dragged him up from Sheol. "Why hast thou disquieted me, to bring me up?" In fact, I had spent the morning darkness praying for the wisdom to do well by John Ames Boughton, and then when he woke me, I was immediately aware that my sullen old reptilian self would have handed him over to the Philistines for the sake of a few more minutes' sleep.
— Marilynne Robinson, Gilead
Naps are not a sign of physical slovenliness. They are a sign that I am listening to my body. It will reward me with stable emotions, hormones that stay in check, social finesse, continued cleverness, and the ability to write prose that does not make me gag.
— Thomm Quackenbush, A Creature Was Stirring
Deep Sleep is good for weight loss: Sleep increases glucose metabolism and is linked to better blood sugar control, boosts secretion of growth hormone, which— along with cortisol— regulates belly fat; activates cellular repair and mends injury; normalizes cortisol levels during the day and improves memory.
— Sara Gottfried, The Hormone Reset Diet: Heal Your Metabolism to Lose Up to 15 Pounds in 21 Days
A hand touched my shoulder, shaking me. I was back on the bus. It was dark and warm and I just wanted to sleep, but Chloe kept shaking my sho
— Kelley Armstrong
I heard raindrops in the nightPattering upon my eaves,Like a pleasing lullabyEasing me back to sleep,Which I thought was odd a bit,For I awoke because of it.
— Pepper Blair
Rest time is the waste time. It is economy to gather fresh strength.
— Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Lectures to My Students
Every part of me is attuned to the work. I soak it up to my pores during the day, and at night - in the moments before I pass off into sleep - ideas explode into my head like fireworks.
— Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
I never sleep well when I'm on call.
— Joshua Tuttle, "On Call" Songs of my Selfie
By morning I was worn out. My limbs felt heavy as wood, my head cottony. I might've felt better if I hadn't slept at all.
— Ransom Riggs, Hollow City
I'm afraid we shall waste an awful lot of time.""Don't worry," answered Snufkin, "we shall have wonderful dreams, and when we wake up it'll be spring.
— Tove Jansson, Finn Family Moomintroll
I willed myself to stay awake, but the rain was so soft and the room was so warm and his voice was so deep and his knee was so snug that I slept.
— Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
There are not enough words in the English language to describe the experience of this. Death is more than life. Humans put their animals “to sleep” when it’s really waking them up. Everybody has it all backwards.
— Kate McGahan, JACK McAFGHAN: Reflections on Life with my Master
Hail O mighty, fathomless sleep, come on and hug me tight and sweet; when I whisper those deepest pains, onto your ears mute and keen, sing for me the sweetest song that would sound the profoundest of life! Leave me upon your rocking arms, watched by spirits of placid nights!Goodnight, world, sweet dreams folks, blessed are those who would sleep at peace!
— Preeth Nambiar, The Solitary Shores
The music of cri-cri and cigales droned on in a hypnotic rhythm, punctuated by the occasional croon of the nightingale. I thought of lullabies and how as a child they would placate my disappointment that another day had ended. I was used to sleeping in strange places, and would always focus on sound to relax. In the pawnshop, it was the ticking of grandfather clocks or the tuning of antique instruments. In the thieves’ den, it was striking of a match, the bubbling of a water pipe and the gentle murmur floating in off the streets. On the Wastrel, it was the wind or the creaking wood. It was important to me to find lullabies where I could. If death came with a lullaby, perhaps fewer men would fear it.
— Meg Merriet, Sky Song Overture
The sleeper turns his back on everyone.
— Ursula K. Le Guin
Some of us have resolved to escape into drunkenness before the sleep takes us.
— Neil Gaiman
Some experiences are so wonderful, we are like those who dreamed experiencing it. Yet some are beyond amazing when compared to our best experiences we are as though we had been sleeping all the while.
— TemitOpe Ibrahim
I really think I'd be better at, like, advanced napping techniques.
— Tui T. Sutherland, The Hidden Kingdom
To break free from this vexatious and awful never-ending cycle, this flood of outrageous thoughts, and to long for nothing more than simply to sleep--how clean, how pure, the mere thought of it is exhilarating.
— Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl
THE CURE FOR EXHAUSTIONSometimes, exhaustedwith toil and endeavour,I wish I could sleepfor ever and ever;but then this reflectionmy longing allays:I shall be doing itone of these days.
— Piet Hein
Sleeping was her latest discovery. 'It's so wonderful. One simply shuts one's eyes, that's all. It's so delicious.
— Katherine Mansfield
But one only woke people if one knew what one wanted to say to them. And she wanted to say not one thing, but everything.
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
I can tell the time, though, by speak-ing, and as I nev-er sleep I can wak-en you at an-y hour you wish to get up in the morn-ing.''That's nice,' said the little girl; 'only I never wish to get up in the morning.
— L. Frank Baum, Ozma of Oz
Discussions should always be held just before going to bed, your rear protected by sleep. How painful, after an intellectual conversation, to have to go about with your mind so stirred up.
— Thomas Mann
Then his head tipped down on his chest and he fell into the instant sleep of the ancient and the very young.
— Louise Erdrich
The grey of a bitter, starved-looking morning. The town like a mortally wounded creature, torn by shells, gashed open by bombs. Dead streets - streets of death - death in streets and their houses; yet people still able to sleep and still sleeping.
— Radclyffe Hall
I never was so immensely tickled by anything I had ever said before. I actually woke up twice during the night, and laughed till the bed shook.
— George Grossmith, The Diary of a Nobody
I won't take a real nap. I have this halfway place, a rest stop on the road to sleep, where I can stay for hours. I don't even need to close my eyes, just stay safe under the covers and breathe.
— Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak
Every time my head hit the pillow, I wondered why I had ever left my bed in the first place.
— Emily Adrian, Like It Never Happened
The deepest sleep is meant only for children and perfect fools.
— Jill Alexander Essbaum, Hausfrau
Two things I can't stand - sitting and sleeping.
— J.R. Rim
I am amazed that there are still nights when I sleep well.
— Dean Koontz, Odd Apocalypse
William awoke one morning to find that ― despite having no memory of it − he'd send a message to the Requisitions Department demanding ten thousand gallons of sleep (73% concentrate, with acetic acid stabilizer). The request had been rejected, but someone from Requisitions sent back a blanket and a pillow.
— Bryce C. Anderson, The Improbable Rise of Singularity Girl
Sleep is an unfortunate biological requirement that both wastes time and leaves one vulnerable.
— Douglas Preston, Brimstone
Of all the things which make up our Short-Time lives, sleep is surely the best.
— Stephen King, Insomnia
Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping that when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beast below. Hoping you pull up anything at all. Maybe this is why I only sleep a few hours a month. I don't want to die again. This has become clearer and clearer to me recently, a desire so sharp and focused I can hardly believe it's mine: I don't want to die. I don't want to disappear. I want to stay.
— Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
One third of our life is spent in sleep. It is consolation for the troubles of our waking hours or atonement for their pleasures; but I have never experienced sleep to be mere repose. After a few minutes lethargy, a new life begins, untrammeled by the limitations of time and space, and undoubtedly similar to that which awaits us after death...
— Gérard de Nerval, Aurélia
One third of our life is spent in sleep. It is consolation for the troubles of our waking hours or atonement for their pleasures; but I have never experienced sleep to be mere repose. After a few minutes' lethargy, a new life begins, untrammeled by the limitations of time and space, and undoubtedly similar to that which awaits us after death...
— Gérard de Nerval, Aurélia
I can sleep anywhere. Planes. Trains. Sofa. Lawn chairs. Call it the upside to my life as an army brat. Never having a home means, I guess, that everywhere is your home. There is absolutely no place I'm anxious to return to. But this is different.I'm not trying to fall asleep in someplace new; I'm trying to fall asleep in someplace that's old.
— Ally Carter, All Fall Down
Hasn't it dawned on your twilight mind,even in the seconds span of a falling star, that you might be missing something more than your sleep?
— Heather Johann
It is at night when sleep like the outgoing sea leaves you dry and cold and the morning light arrives like a small punishment.
— Chloe Thurlow, Katie in Love
I got to bed later than mostPeople to see the moon in the night sky.And wake up earlier than most people to watch the Sunrise.
— Bed,sleep,dreams,goodnight,Goodmorning,sunrise,sunset.
I devised a test.I turned off the TV and instantly the snoring stopped. She began to move. When I felt her eyes about to open, I turned the TV back on and back to sleep she went. Then I'd turn it off and on - sometimes for millisecond - and she never failed me. Each time it was off, she's move and mutter - each time it was on, she'd sleep.By the time the headlights from Amy's Nova turned into our driveway, my suspicion had been confirmed. My mother has a more intimate, connected relationship with this television than she has ever had with me.
— Peter Hedges, What's Eating Gilbert Grape
Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night.
— Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
He calmed himself, shut his eyes, and fell asleep. The rear light of consciousness, like the last express train of the night, began to fade into the distance, gradually speeding up, growing smaller until it was, finally, sucked into the depths of night, where it disappeared. All that remained was the sound of the wind slipping through a stand of white birch trees.
— Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage
In all well-organised brains, the predominating idea—and there always is one—is sure to be the last thought before sleeping, and the first upon waking in the morning. Andrea had scarcely opened his eyes when his predominating idea presented itself, and whispered in his ear that he had slept too long.
— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Sleep is a kind of peace, and I have not yet earned peace.
— Dean Koontz, Brother Odd
I only wake to fall asleepAnd sleep, to awake without end.
— Konstantin Batyushkov
It was not a bed with curtains, but a bed with doors like shutters. This may not seem like a nice way of having a bed, but we would all be glad of the wooden curtains about us at night if we lived in such a cottage, on the side of a hill along which the wind swept like a wild river. Through the cottage it would be streaming all night long. And a poor woman with a cough, or a man who has been out in the cold all day, is very glad of such a place to lie in, and leave the the rest of the house to the wind and the fairies.
— George MacDonald
Jim looks out the car window with his nose pressed to the glass. Sometimes he pretends to be asleep. Not because he is tired, but because he needs to be quiet.
— Rachel Joyce, Perfect
Motherhood is a constant battle of wanting to go to bed early so you can catch up on sleep and wanting to stay awake so you can enjoy some peace and sanity!
— Tanya Masse
Bedtime is fraught with fear and disappointment. When it is just me alone with my restless body and mind, I feel like the whole world is asleep and gone. It's very lonely. I am tired of being tired and talking about how tired I am.
— Amy Poehler
Long ago you were a dream in your mother's sleep, and then she awoke to give you birth.
— Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam
His impatience for sleep often frightened that very sleep away.
— Hugh Howey
May the merciful god, if indeed there be such, guard those hours when no power of the will, or drug that the cunning of man devises, can keep me from the chasm of sleep. Death is merciful, for there is no return therefrom, but with him who has come back out of the nethermost chambers of night, haggard and knowing, peace rests nevermore.
— H.P. Lovecraft
Man's inability to get out of bed in the morning is a curious thing. One may reason with oneself clearly and forcibly without the slightest effect. One knows that delay means inconvenience. Perhaps it may spoil one's whole day. And one also knows that a single resolute heave will do the trick. But logic is of no use. One simply lies there.
— P.G. Wodehouse
One of the Georges," said Psmith, "I forget which, once said that a certain number of hours' sleep a day--I cannot recall for the moment how many--made a man something, which for the time being has slipped my memory. However, there you are. I've given you the main idea of the thing; and a German doctor says that early rising causes insanity.
— P.G. Wodehouse
Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,And look on death itself!
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
In practice it is death that works soseductively behind the image of its brother, sleep
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Ironically, just when she needed to get as much sleep as possible to prepare her for the next few days, her excited anticipation kept her awake long into the night.
— Emily Arden, The Gemini Effect: Deception: Book Three