Whoever has tasted the breath of morning knows that the most invigorating and most delightful hours of then day are commonly spent in bed; though it is the evident intention of nature that we should enjoy and profit by them.
The timely dew of sleep.
I can sleep. I love sleep; it's my favorite.
Sweet sleep be with us, one and all! And if upon its stillness fall The visions of a busy brain, We'll have our pleasure o'er again, To warm the heart, to charm the sight, Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.
Thou hast been called, O sleep, the friend of woe, But 'tis the happy that have called thee so.
Sleep is perhaps the only among life's great pleasures which need not be of short duration.
O sleep, we are beholden to thee, sleep; Thou bearest angels to us in the night, Saints out of heaven with palms. Seen by thy light Sorrow is some old tale that goeth not deep; Love is a pouting child.
Happiness is waking up, looking at the clock and finding that you still have two hours left to sleep.
If you try to go for a big two-hour nap, you get groggy. You wanna just nap, like close your eyes a little bit and then just fall asleep for a little bit and then get up. Then be like, "okay, I'm up."
when you get a good night's sleep and wake up ready to produce throughout the day.
It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.
It's only worth staying in bed if you're young and in good company.
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
