Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?
Friedrich SchillerThere's a strange sensation - you recall it from childhood - about sleeping in the afternoon. You rise into a different world from the one in which you lay down. The shadows have been rearranged. There's a sensation of sad sweetness, as if something has been overlooked. I used to feel it coming out of the movies just before dinnertime, after the matinee. How, I wondered, did Broadway actors face it, this bittersweet sense of time's slipping past.
Jacquelyn MitchardTags: sleeping
What I'm mostly good at is sleeping, he once told me in confidence, but he added, I don't see much future in it.
Brian AndreasTags: humor sleeping story-people
Thinking very often resembles napping, but the intent is different. --Stephanie Plum
Janet EvanovichTags: thinking napping sleeping stephanie-plum intent evanovich plum
Alexander the Great slept with
'The Iliad' beneath his pillow.
Though I’ve never led an army,
I am a wanderer. I cradle
'The Odyssey' nights while the
moon is waning, as if it were
the sweet body of a woman.
Tags: women travel alexander-the-great sleeping the-iliad wandering payne the-odyssey
The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.
Roman PayneTags: art inspiration sleep literature creativity mysteries ideas mystery equations gifts math sleeping artistic mathematics muse waking muses mathematical payne
We want to climb in with you,' Dermot said. 'We'll all sleep better.'
That seemed incredibly weird and creepy to me - or maybe I only thought it should have. I was simply too tired to argue. I climbed in the bed. Claude got in on one side of me, Dermot on the other. Just when I was thinking, I would never be able to sleep, that this situation was too odd and too wrong, I felt a kind of blissful relaxation roll through my body, a kind of unfamiliar comfort. I was with family. I was with blood.
And I slept.
Tags: family sleeping fairies claude sookie-stackhouse dermot
Tags: poetry romance dreams sleeping affair betrayal affairs nocturnal
The season was waning fast
Our nights were growing cold at last
I took her to bed with silk and song,
'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long;
I must prepare my body for passion.'
'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.'
'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene:
A bleeding nymph to leave me serene...
I have dreams of a trembling wench.'
'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.'
'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared;
As our longing for love can never be cured.
Our want is our way and our way is our will,
We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.'
'If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill...
This love, our love, that no one can kill.'
Yet want is my way, and my way is my will,
Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill.
Tags: fear love passion poetry romantic winter killing sleeping bed roman cold silk payne nocturne ration sleeping-pill
She wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.
Tags: love sleeping amour roman sunlight ode payne roman-payne nymph pastoral pastorale
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