John Steinbeck Quotes About Sleep

Quotes about: Sleep

• It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.

  John Steinbeck

  Life, Good Morning, Adversity

  John Steinbeck (2008). “Sweet Thursday”, p.180, Penguin

• Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans. An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.

  John Steinbeck

  Ocean, Sleep, Men

  Sea of Cortez ch. 4 (1941)

• I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.

  John Steinbeck

  Taken, Hangover, Sleep

  "Travels With Charley: In Search of America". Book by John Steinbeck, Part 1, 1962.

• Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

  John Steinbeck

  Brother, Sleep, Death And Dying

  John Steinbeck (2016). “The Grapes of Wrath”, p.263, Hamilton Books

• An ocean without unnamed monsters would be like sleep without dreams.

  John Steinbeck

  Dream, Ocean, Sleep

• I believe there are techniques of the human mind whereby, in its dark deep, problems are examined, rejected or accepted. Such activities sometimes concern facets a man does not know he has. How often one goes to sleep troubled and full of pain, not knowing what causes the travail, and in the morning a whole new direction and a clearness is there, maybe the results of the black reasoning. And again there are mornings when ecstasy bubbles in the blood, and the stomach and chest are tight and electric with joy, and nothing in the thoughts to justify it or cause it.

  John Steinbeck

  Morning, Pain, Believe

  John Steinbeck (2002). “East of Eden”, p.286, Penguin

• My wife, my Mary, goes to her sleep the way you would close the door of a closet. So many times I have watched her with envy. Her lovely body squirms a moment as though she fitted herself into a cocoon. She sighs once and at the end of it her eyes close and her lips, untroubled, fall into that wise and remote smile of the Ancient Greek gods. She smiles all night in her sleep, her breath purrs in her throat, not a snore, a kitten's purr... She loves to sleep and sleep welcomes her.

  John Steinbeck

  Wise, Fall, Sleep

  John Steinbeck (2008). “The Winter of Our Discontent”, p.57, Penguin

• No one knows how greatness comes to a man. It may lie in his blackness, sleeping, or it may lance into him like those driven fiery particles from outer space. These things, however, are known about greatness: need gives it life and puts it in action; it never comes without pain; it leaves a man changed, chastened, and exalted at the same time--he can never return to simplicity.

  John Steinbeck

  Pain, Lying, Sleep

  John Steinbeck (2008). “Sweet Thursday”, p.316, Penguin

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