Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.
There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.
On some nights, he has nowhere to sleep, on others he suffers from insomnia. "That's just how it is," thinks the warrior. "I was the one who chose to walk this path."
Sleep: a poor substitute for caffeine!
I know my music is going well when I don't have insomnia.
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity, Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify, Weary bodies refresh and mollify.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
Sleep is sweet to the labouring man.
Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, the certain knot of peace, the baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe, the poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release, the indifferent judge between the high and low.
When I can't sleep I count the buckles on my straightjacket.
I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.
Its at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I dont know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind.
Time, motion and wine cause sleep.
It was impossible to get a conversation going, everybody was talking too much.
Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast...
There's a beauty to wisdom and experience that cannot be faked. It's impossible to be mature without having lived.
But no one ever is allowed in Sleepytown, unless He goes to bed in time to take the Sleepytown Express!
When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you're not here, I can't go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.
It is impossible to predict the time and progress of revolution. It is governed by its own more or less mysterious laws.
If an elderly but distinguished scientist says that something is possible, he is almost certainly right; but if he says that it is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
I've had insomnia since I was five years old. I just don't require much sleep. I'm never tired.
If feeling anxious about anything Dr Bachs night time rescue remedy is great. Sometimes a bath before bed helps. Burning Lavender or Clary Sage in the room before retiring. Try not to work on my computer very late and then bed straight after. Getting enough exercise definitely helps sleep.
I start work at 5 in the morning and I have a wicked insomnia problem.
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