Sweet Sleep Quotes

That sweet sleep which medicines all pain.

There is a kitsch of death. For example, death transformed into sweet sleep: The 'good night, sweet prince' of the last scene of Hamlet.

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

Before you go to sleep, do not forget to say thanks for everything good that has happened to you in the last 24 hours.

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.

Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.

Not poppy, nor mandrake, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou owest yesterday.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro' the moss the ivies creep, And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep, And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

Sleep on, Baby, on the floor, Tired of all the playing, Sleep with smile the sweeter for That you dropped away in! On your curls' full roundness stand Golden lights serenely-- One cheek, pushed out by the hand, Folds the dimple inly.

Take thou of me, sweet pillowes, sweetest bed; A chamber deafe of noise, and blind of light, A rosie garland and a weary hed.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

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.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

I think the best way to get a good night sleep is to work hard throughout the day. If you work hard and, of course, work out.

Many things, such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly - are done worst when we try hardest to do them.

Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.

I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.

Happy are those lovers who, when their senses require rest, can fall back upon the intellectual enjoyments afforded by the mind! Sweet sleep then comes, and lasts until the body has recovered its general harmony. On awaking, the senses are again active and always ready to resume their action.

Early to bed and early to rise makes a person dull, boring, and despised.

Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.