Sleep Quotes
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I always try to sleep for at least eight hours a night and, of course, water, water, water!
Jennifer Aniston
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Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions──a walk, a talk, solitude in one’s own orchard──can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger’s-breadth from goodness.
Virginia Woolf
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Never take ecstasy, beer, baccardi, weed, pepto bismol, vivarin, tums, tagamet hb, xanax, and valium in the same day. It makes it difficult to sleep at night.
Marshall Bruce Mathers III
Bad Meets Evil'
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I wake up in that state of grief when you can tell you've been mourning even in your sleep.
Carolyn Parkhurst
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Sleep is no mean art.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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Many days later another caravan was passing and a man saw something on top of the highest dune there. And when they went up to see, they found Outka, Mimouna and Aicha; they were still there, lying the same way as when they had gone to sleep. And all three of the glasses... were full of sand. That was how they had their tea in the Sahara.
Paul Bowles
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But what he didn't understand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away. I understood those mermaids. I didn't care if they sang to me. All I wanted was to block out all the human voices as they called me name again and again, pulling me upward into light, to drown.
Sarah Dessen
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Error is to truth as sleep is to waking. I have observed that one turns, as if refreshed, from error back to truth.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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I'm always without sleep. I've got two kids. I understand sleep deprivation on a profound level.
Cate Blanchett
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My God! I thank Thee for the bath of sleep, That wraps in balm my weary heart and brain, And drowns within its waters still and deep My sorrow and my pain. I thank Thee for my dreams, which loose the bond That binds my spirit to its daily load, And give it angel wings, to fly beyond Its slumber-bound abode.
J. G. Holland
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Tater-vine growin’ w’ile you sleep.
Joel Chandler Harris
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He says-him as was here just now-'When Tom shut up the house, mate, to go to rack, the beds was left, all made, like as if somebody was a-going to sleep in every bed. And if you was to walk through the bedrooms now, you'd see the ragged mouldy bedclothes a heaving and a heaving like seas. And a heaving and a heaving with what?' he says. 'Why, with the rats under 'em.'
Charles Dickens
