Sleeping Peacefully Quotes

O magic sleep! O comfortable bird, That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind Till it is hush'd and smooth!

My wife, my Mary, goes to her sleep the way you would close the door of a closet. So many times I have watched her with envy. Her lovely body squirms a moment as though she fitted herself into a cocoon. She sighs once and at the end of it her eyes close and her lips, untroubled, fall into that wise and remote smile of the Ancient Greek gods. She smiles all night in her sleep, her breath purrs in her throat, not a snore, a kitten's purr... She loves to sleep and sleep welcomes her.

I can sleep. I love sleep; it's my favorite.

I had a nightmare that I slept without my nose tape on thank God it wasn't true!

Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little bed was very white.

Can I…I mean, do you mind if I sleep up here? If you don't, I, um, understand. I just—" "Yes." The word bolted out of me. "Yes, please. Maybe I'll be able to sleep if you're here.

Blessed are the sleepy ones: for they shall soon drop off.

And that phrase - 'sleeping like a baby.' Some blonde said it blithely on the subway the other day. I wanted to lie down next to her and scream for five hours in her ear.

Peeta, you were supposed to wake me after a couple of hours," I say. "For what? Nothing's going on here," he says. "Besides, I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot." This, of course, brings on a scowl that makes him grin.

Asleep, nobody is a hypocrite

...the temptation, which consisted of a single word written on the cemetary of the defeated: Sleep.

It is a delicious moment, certainly, that of being well nestled in bed, and feeling that you shall drop gently to sleep. The good is to come, not past; the limbs have just been tired enough to render the remaining in one posture delightful; the labour of the day is gone

This is the pleasantest part of life. Oblivion throws her light coverlet over our infancy; and, soon after we are out of the cradle we forget how soundly we had been slumbering, and how delightful were our dreams. Toil and pleasure contend for us almost the instant we rise from it: and weariness follows whichever has carried us away. We stop awhile, look around us, wonder to find we have completed the circle of existence, fold our arms, and fall asleep again.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

I love the tour bunks. I can sleep like a baby in those bunks. It really doesn't bother me at all. A lot of people have a difficult time - they're like, 'It's like a coffin.' I get in there and I just pass out. You can't even wake me up.

wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

I thank you for not snoring.

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.

Naptime,ʺ said Christian, leading her toward the bed. ʺI still need a shower.ʺ ʺSleep first. Shower later.ʺ He pulled back the covers. ʺIʹll sleep with you.ʺ ʺSleep or sleep?ʺ she asked dryly, sliding gratefully into bed. ʺReal sleep. You need it.ʺ He crawled in beside her, spooning against her and resting his face on her shoulder. ʺOf course, afterward, if you want to conduct any official Council business...ʺ ʺI swear, if you say ‘Little Dragomirs,ʹ you can sleep in the hall.

Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, and yet so humble too as not to scorn the meanest country cottages.

Is there any sleeping person you can be entirely sure you have not misjudged?

Outside are the storms and strangers: we — Oh, close, safe, warm sleep I and she, — I and she!

When you're in bed, you're dead

Sometimes you lie in bed at night, and you don't have a single thing to worry about...That always worries me!