O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature?s soft nurse how have I frighted thee That thou no more wilt weigh mine eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather sleep liest thou in smoky cribs Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee And hush?d with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber Than in the perfum?d chambers of the great Under canopies of costly state And lull?d with sound of sweetest melody?
In our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair against our will comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. Quoted by Robert F. Kennedy delivering an extemporaneous eulogy to Martin Luther King Jr. the evening of April 4 1968 in Indianapolis Indiana. These words lacking own have been used as one of the inscriptions at the Robert F. Kennedy gravesite in Arlington National Cemetery.
Five minutes just before going to sleep given to a bit of directed imagination regarding achievement possibilities of the morrow will steadily and increasingly bear fruit particularly if all ideas of difficulty worry or fear are resolutely ruled out and replaced by those of accomplishment and smiling courage.
Let not sleep fall upon thy eyes till thou has thrice reviewed the transactions of the past day. Where have I turned aside from rectitude? What have I been doing? What have I left undone which I ought to have done?
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Dont go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Dont go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the door sill where two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Dont go back to sleep.
Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle And what rough beast its hour come round at last Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
Ill sleep when Im dead.
Sleep is pains easiest salve and doth fulfill all offices of death except to kill.
Death so called is a thing which makes men weep and yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Sleep to the homeless thou art home; the friendless find in thee a friend.
The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep.
Life is something to do when you cant get to sleep.
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature?s soft nurse how have I frighted thee That thou no more wilt weigh mine eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather sleep liest thou in smoky cribs Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee And hush?d with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber Than in the perfum?d chambers of the great Under canopies of costly state And lull?d with sound of sweetest melody?
Thou hast been called O sleep! the friend of woe; But t is the happy that have called thee so.
He sleeps well who knows not that he sleeps ill.
In our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair against our will comes wisdom through the awful grace of God. Quoted by Robert F. Kennedy delivering an extemporaneous eulogy to Martin Luther King Jr. the evening of April 4 1968 in Indianapolis Indiana. These words lacking own have been used as one of the inscriptions at the Robert F. Kennedy gravesite in Arlington National Cemetery.
The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won?t get much sleep.
It is time now for us to rise from sleep.
REVEILLE n. A signal to sleeping soldiers to dream of battlefields no more but get up and have their blue noses counted.
A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.
Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing Beloved from pole to pole.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
Fatigue is the best pillow.
Whether I retire to bed early or late I rise with the sun. [Mr. Jefferson rose early everyday for 50 years.]
Five minutes just before going to sleep given to a bit of directed imagination regarding achievement possibilities of the morrow will steadily and increasingly bear fruit particularly if all ideas of difficulty worry or fear are resolutely ruled out and replaced by those of accomplishment and smiling courage.
Let not sleep fall upon thy eyes till thou has thrice reviewed the transactions of the past day. Where have I turned aside from rectitude? What have I been doing? What have I left undone which I ought to have done?
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Dont go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Dont go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the door sill where two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Dont go back to sleep.
Now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle And what rough beast its hour come round at last Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
And Jacob awaked out of his sleep and he said Surely the LORD is in this place; and I knew it not.