He doesn't mind if he dies... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
William GoldingMots clés fear sleep death the-unknown
Is there anywhere else to sleep tonight... Anywhere?' I pleaded.
There's Mei's office, but you'll have to sleep on the floor I'm afraid.' Mei was one of the Ward 9D dietitians.
'I'll sleep on the floor any day. I'm used to it back in the Islands,' I laughed tiredly.
I settled down on the floor. The three rugs I had brought to cushion my back worked surprisingly well. It was almost more comfortable than the thin mats on the cold concrete floors of the fales in Samoa. The idea of sleeping in someone's office was the best idea I had had all year. I decided that I would keep this secret to myself.
Mots clés sleep beds hospitals samoan
Get sleep....get sharp!!
Cary S. KartMots clés inspirational sleep health
...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door...
John GeddesMots clés poetry nature sleep cat dawn the-world
...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair...
John GeddesMots clés sleep despair dreams hope terrible poetry-quotes
...poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths...
John GeddesMots clés poetry sleep reflection life-and-living truths truth-of-life
...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...
John GeddesMots clés sleep lullaby wind poetry-quotes exultation sings
Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.
Virginia WoolfMots clés life sleep deplorable virginia-wolfe
A novelist's characters must be with him as he lies down to sleep, and as he wakes from his dreams. He must learn to hate them and to love them.
Anthony TrollopeMots clés love writing write hate sleep dreams characters writer wake novelist
She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?
Cornelia FunkeMots clés inspirational sleep dreams dreaming dream fairy-tales sleeping inkheart lovely
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