Quotes about sleeping
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“Gossip grows like weeds
In a summer meadow.
My girl and I
Sleep arm in arm.”

Kakinomoto no Hitomaro (662–710) Japanese poet

XIX, p. 21
Kenneth Rexroth's translations, One Hundred Poems from the Japanese (1955)

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“I told you so. Seems like I'm out here a lot saying that to you people, right? I know it seems like a lot, but the truth is i said that i would beat Jeff, and i did. I told you so. I said that i would get rid of Jeff Hardy FOREVER, and i did. I told you so. And then i said i would make The Undertaker tap out to the Anaconda Vice, and you laughed! But then i did just that. And contrary to what you people believe, i didn't come out here to brag about becoming the first and ONLY man in history to make the Phenom, The Undertaker, tap out. I came out here to confront The Undertaker. I came out here to confront The Undertaker in MY ring, or my yard, if you will. I came out here to stick MY World Heavyweight Championship in his face, and look him in the eye, and say to him, I TOLD YOU SO! But, of course, he's conveniently not here right now, so instead, i think i'll address all of you people. It's come to my attention that you people think I have been preaching to you. Alright, we'll call a space a spade. The truth is, YES i have. Because you people need a good preaching to. You people need somebody you can look up to, you need a leader who isn't morally corrupt, and you need someone that's righteous, not self-righteous. And i know what your all gonna do next, your gonna do exactly what your hero, the Undertaker, did, your gonna give up! Hell, by the looks at half of you, you already have. I mean, what kind of life is it that you live? What kind of existence do you have where you wake up in the morning and you have to pop a pill to help crawl out of bed? And then, then you ravage your body with pitchers of beer, and that's supposed to somehow heal your broken self-worth. And then you just make excuses about inhaling poison into your lungs just to calm your nerves. And then, at the end of your sad, pathetic, lonely day, your in need of another pill to make you forget everything. You need a pill to help you sleep. (The crowd boos as Punk mouths "you make me sick") You are all just a legion of inebriated zombies, waiting in line at the pharmacy with your hand out, begging and pleading for that newest anti-depressant that you think is going to put an artificial smile on your face. You scratch and you claw for scapegoats for all of your inadequacies, and believe me, you have a LOT of inadequacies. And don't tell me that you self medicate yourself to forget about it all, don't tell me you don't self medicate to hide from all your inadequacies, don't tell me you don't do it. Because if you do, well then your a liar too. Your lying to yourself, your lying to yourselves right now. Your lying to the person next to you, you go home and you lie to your family, and it's insulting because right now your lying to ME. And i can see right through all of you people and your lies, because i am not a liar. I am a man who means what he says and says what he means. What i am is a prophet, i am the choice of a new generation, i am a champion that everybody can finally be proud of, i am the first and only straight-edge World Heavyweight Champion in history. And if your not straight-edge like me, well, that just means i'm better than you!”

Phil Brooks (1978) American professional wrestler and mixed martial artist

September 18, 2009
Friday Night SmackDown

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“I like walking in the park… plucking out nose hairs. Those sleeping winos hate that.”

Emo Philips (1956) American comedian

Dr. Katz, Professional Therapist (Episode 303)

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Jim Gaffigan photo
Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo

“I heard them hymn his name--his power,--
I heard them, and I smiled;
How could they say the earth was ruled
By but a sleeping child?”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

L’Amore Dominatore from Literary Souvenir, 1826
The Vow of the Peacock (1835)

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Miguel de Unamuno photo
Harold Innis photo
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Percy Bysshe Shelley photo
Arthur Symons photo

“I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep
Now weeps.”

Arthur Symons (1865–1945) British poet

Love and Sleep, st. 1.

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Colm Tóibín photo

“Ending a novel is almost like putting a child to sleep – it can't be done abruptly.”

Colm Tóibín (1955) Irish novelist and writer

Colm Tóibín, novelist – portrait of the artist http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2013/feb/19/colm-toibin-novelist-portrait-artist, The Guardian (19 February 2013)

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“It is not my design to drink or to sleep, but my design is to make what haste I can to be gone.”

Oliver Cromwell (1599–1658) English military and political leader

Words that Cromwell spoke as he was dying and was offered a drink (3 September 1658)

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“Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe;
But ’tis the happy that have called thee so.”

Robert Southey (1774–1843) British poet

Canto XV, st. 11.
The Curse of Kehama (1810)

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Robert Southey photo

“From its fountains
In the mountains,
Its rills and its gills;
Through moss and through brake,
It runs and it creeps
For a while, till it sleeps
In its own little lake.”

Robert Southey (1774–1843) British poet

St. 2.
The Cataract of Lodore http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/652.html (1820)

“Plead, Sleep, my cause, and make her soft like thee,
That she in peace may wake and pity me.”

Thomas Campion (1567–1620) English composer, poet and physician

Sleep, Angry Beauty

Edmund Spenser photo
Edmund Burke photo

“I would rather sleep in the southern corner of a little country churchyard, than in the tombs of the Capulets.”

Edmund Burke (1729–1797) Anglo-Irish statesman

Letter to Matthew Smith
Undated

Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo

“I would not even have him weep
O'er his Italian love's last sleep.
Oh, tears are a most worthless token,
When hearts they would have soothed are broken.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

The Painter's Love from The London Literary Gazette (14th December 1822)
The Improvisatrice (1824)

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“It is a saying of my people. Even Water sleeps. But Enemy never rests.”

Source: She Is the Darkness (1997), Chapter 79 (p. 554)

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“Baby, baby let me sleep on it
Let me sleep on it
And I'll give you my answer in the morning…”

Jim Steinman (1947) American musician

Bat out of Hell (1977), Paradise by the Dashboard Light

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“Hell, Chuck Yeager could do it in his sleep while on fire, I'm sure.”

James Nicoll (1961) Canadian fiction reviewer

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2000s

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Mary McCarthy photo
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“I am free from ties and can live a life of retirement.
When I rise from sleep, I play with books and harp.”

"Shady, shady the wood in front of the Hall"
Translated by Arthur Waley

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Baldassarre Castiglione photo

“Then the soul, freed from vice, purged by studies of true philosophy, versed in spiritual life, and practised in matters of the intellect, devoted to the contemplation of her own substance, as if awakened from deepest sleep, opens those eyes which all possess but few use, and sees in herself a ray of that light which is the true image of the angelic beauty communicated to her, and of which she then communicates a faint shadow to the body.”

Baldassarre Castiglione (1478–1529) Italian Renaissance author (1478-1529)

Però l'anima, aliena dai vicii, purgata dai studi della vera filosofia, versata nella vita spirituale ed esercitata nelle cose dell'intelletto, rivolgendosi alla contemplazion della sua propria sustanzia, quasi da profundissimo sonno risvegliata, apre quegli occhi che tutti hanno e pochi adoprano, e vede in se stessa un raggio di quel lume che è la vera imagine della bellezza angelica a lei communicata, della quale essa poi communica al corpo una debil umbra.
Bk. 4, ch. 68; p. 300.
Souced, Il Libro del Cortegiano (1528)

Martial photo

“Let me have a plump home-born slave, have a wife not too lettered, have night with sleep, have day without a lawsuit.”
Sit mihi verna satur: sit non doctissima conjux: Sit nox cum somno: sit sine lite dies.

Sit mihi verna satur: sit non doctissima conjux:
Sit nox cum somno: sit sine lite dies.
II, 90 (Loeb translation).
Epigrams (c. 80 – 104 AD)

Homér photo

“Sleep, universal king of gods and men.”

Iliad (c. 750 BC)

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“Why Opium produces sleep: … Because there is in it a dormitive power.”
Quare Opium facit dormire: … Quia est in eo Virtus dormitiva.

Molière (1622–1673) French playwright and actor

Le Malade Imaginaire (1673), Act III, sc. iii

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“To the Kathakali Man these stories are his children and his childhood. He has grown up within them. They are the house he was raised in, the meadows he played in. They are his windows and his way of seeing. So when he tells a story, he handles it as he would a child of his own. He teases it. He punishes it. He sends it up like a bubble. He wrestles it to the ground and lets it go again. He laughs at it because he loves it. He can fly you across whole worlds in minutes, he can stop for hours to examine a wilting leaf. Or play with a sleeping monkey's tail. He can turn effortlessly from the carnage of war into the felicity of a woman washing her hair in a mountain stream. From the crafty ebullience of a rakshasa with a new idea into a gossipy Malayali with a scandal to spread. From the sensuousness of a woman with a baby at her breast into the seductive mischief of Krishna's smile. He can reveal the nugget of sorrow that happiness contains. The hidden fish of shame in a sea of glory.
He tells stories of the gods, but his yarn is spun from the ungodly, human heart.
The Kathakali Man is the most beautiful of men. Because his body is his soul. His only instrument. From the age of three he has been planed and polished, pared down, harnessed wholly to the task of story-telling. He has magic in him, this man within the painted mark and swirling skirts.
But these days he has become unviable. Unfeasible. Condemned goods. His children deride him. They long to be everything that he is not. He has watched them grow up to become clerks and bus conductors. Class IV non-gazetted officers. With unions of their own.
But he himself, left dangling somewhere between heaven and earth, cannot do what they do. He cannot slide down the aisles of buses, counting change and selling tickets. He cannot answer bells that summon him. He cannot stoop behind trays of tea and Marie biscuits.
In despair he turns to tourism. He enters the market. He hawks the only thing he owns. The stories that his body can tell.
He becomes a Regional Flavour.”

page 230-231.
The God of Small Things (1997)

Algernon Charles Swinburne photo

“Who knows but on their sleep may rise
Such light as never heaven let through
To lighten earth from Paradise?”

Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837–1909) English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic

A Baby's Death.
Undated

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“A burrito is a sleeping bag for ground beef.”

Mitch Hedberg (1968–2005) American stand-up comedian

Do You Believe in Gosh?

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Letitia Elizabeth Landon photo

“A weight is on the air, for ev'ry breeze
Has, bird-like, folded up its wings for sleep.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

The Ancestress (Spoken by Bertha)
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

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Rosa Parks photo

“We didn't have any civil rights. It was just a matter of survival, of existing from one day to the next. I remember going to sleep as a girl hearing the Klan ride at night and hearing a lynching and being afraid the house would burn down.”

Rosa Parks (1913–2005) African-American civil rights activist

Quoted in "Standing Up for Freedom," http://www.achievement.org/autodoc/page/par0bio-1 Academy of Achievement.org (2005-10-31)

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“Stars of the summer night!
Far in yon azure deeps,
Hide, hide your golden light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) American poet

The Spanish Student http://www.readbookonline.net/title/3208/, Act I, sc. iii (serenade) (1843).

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Conor Oberst photo

“Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep
And all their tearful words will turn back into steam”

Conor Oberst (1980) American musician

I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning (2005)

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“Eat and sleep and exercise. Above all else!”

Randy Pausch (1960–2008) American professor of computer science, human-computer interaction and design

Time Management (2007)

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“There is one law for rich and poor alike, which prevents them equally from stealing bread and sleeping under bridges.”

Cf. Anatole France, Le Lys Rouge [The Red Lily] (1894), ch. 7: La majestueuse égalité des lois, qui interdit au riche comme au pauvre de coucher sous les ponts, de mendier dans les rues et de voler du pain. (The law, in its majestic equality, forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.)
Source: Farthing (2006), Chapter 18

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