Tired minds don't plan well. Sleep first, plan later.
Man should forget his anger before he lies down to sleep.
How gladly would I meet mortality, my sentence, and be earth in sensible! how glad would lay me down, as in my mother's lap! There I should rest, and sleep secure.
Better to die, and sleep
The never-waking sleep, than linger on
And dare to live when the soul's life is gone.
When some people get parts, they feel they can now relax, but for me it was always the opposite. Sometimes before I do a movie or before I act out a scene, I may not sleep well the night before. If I don`t know what the scene is about, I might get all worked up.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
A well-spent day brings happy sleep.
Marriage is good for those who are afraid to sleep alone at night.
Eat well, drink in moderation, and sleep sound, in these three good health abound
People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one.
If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep.
Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
Sleep is sweet to the labouring man.
What probing deep Has ever solved the mystery of sleep?
And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
I reached for sleep and drew it round me like a blanket muffling pain and thought together in the merciful dark.
In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,Chief nourisher in life's feast.
A light supper, a good night's sleep and a fine morning have often made a hero out of the same man, who, by indigestion, a restless night and a rainy morning would have proved a coward.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep: And yet a third of Life is passed in sleep.
For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.
Even where sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.
Oh sleep! It is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole.