"Sleep is a death, O make me try, By sleeping, what it is to die: And as gently lay my head
On my grave, as now my bed"
"Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone."
" There is only one thing, which somebody once put into my head, that I dislike in sleep; it is, that it resembles death; there is very little difference between a man in his first sleep, and a man in his last sleep."
"Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day"
Sleep, the fresh dew of languid love, the rain
Whose drops quench kisses till they burn again.
Life is too short to sleep on low thread-count sheets. ~Leah Stussy
"Run the streets, all day. I can sleep, when I die."
There is nothing like a sleepless couch for a clear vision of one's environment. ~Arnold Bennett (1867–1931)
The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to. ~F. Scott Fitzgerald
O magic sleep! O comfortable bird,
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth! O unconfined
Restraint! imprisoned liberty! great key
To golden palaces.
Sleep is sweet to the labouring man.
Sleep is the station grand
Down which on either hand
The hosts of witness stand.
Come, gentle sleep! attend thy votary's prayer,
And, though death's image, to my couch repair;
How sweet, though lifeless, yet with life to lie,
And, without dying, O how sweet to die!
On your eyelids crown the god of sleep,
Charming your blood with pleasing heaviness:
Making such difference 'twixt wake and sleep,
As is the difference betwixt day and night,
The hour before the heavenly-harness'd team
Begins his golden progress in the east.
Dreams of the summer night!
Tell her, her lover keeps
Watch! while in slumbers light
My lady sleeps!
Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse
Of life stood still, and nature made a pause.