Sleepiness Quotes by Charlotte Bronte, Jessamyn West, Grant Morrison, Plutarch, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Clifton Fadiman and many others.
A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.
Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.
Laugh and the world laughs with you!
All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own.
The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.
Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.
Finish each day before you begin the next, and interpose a solid wall of sleep between the two. This you cannot do without temperance.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
Narcolepsy is a disorder that affects many different areas of life. So in typical patients with narcolepsy, they have something called “excessive daytime sleepiness.” So, they’re very sleepy during the day. Yet, at night, they’re still sleepy, but their sleep is very broken.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
If you can’t sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying. It’s the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep.
The worst thing in the world is to be bland.
Sleep ’til you’re hungry, eat ’til you’re sleepy.
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.
I cannot sleep in your presence In your absence, tears prevent me you watch me my beloved on each sleepiness night and Only you see the difference
It appears that every man’s insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.
Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience – unless they are still up.
It’s a cruel season that makes you get ready for bed while it’s light out.
Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.
And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature’s soft nurse.
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.
Don’t fight with the pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.
Sleep: a poor substitute for caffeine!
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.
The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
The feeling of sleepiness when you are not in bed, and can’t get there, is the meanest feeling in the world.
I would like to suggest that what my accusers have been pleased to call the peace of the Church is more properly called the sleepiness of the Church and we should be thankful to God that it has been disturbed.
Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.
Many things, such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly – are done worst when we try hardest to do them.
Wakefulness is the only saintliness there is, and sleepiness, unconsciousness, is the only sin there is; all other sins are born out of it. Cut the root, cut the very root! Don’t go on pruning the leaves.
Cut if you will with sleep’s dull knife, the years from off your life, my friend! the years that death takes off my life, he’ll take from off the other end!
How do people go to sleep? I’m afraid I’ve lost the knack. I might try busting myself smartly over the temple with the night-light. I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.
No matter how big or soft or warm your bed is, you still have to get out of it.
Not being able to sleep is terrible. You have the misery of having partied all night… Without the satisfaction.
The amount of sleep required by the average person is five minutes more.
For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.
Now blessings light on him that first invented this same sleep. It covers a man all over, thoughts and all, like a cloak.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest.
In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.
There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky – I’ve thought of all by turns, and still I lie Sleepless.
We do not weary of eating and sleeping every day, for hunger and sleepiness recur. Without that we should weary of them. So, without the hunger for spiritual things, we weary of them. Hunger after righteousness–the eighth beatitude.