Top 34 Dear Sleep Quotes
#1. It is vey difficult to draw away from the face of God - it is like a warm fire, it is like dear sleep, it is like a great anthem, yet there is a stillness all about it, a stillness full of lights.
Lord Dunsany
#2. I can't sleep and the rain is determined not to quit soliloquizing about you all night. I can't help but overhear, my dear.
Franz Kafka
#3. Keep watch, dear Lord, with those who work, or watch, or weep this night, and give your angels charge over those who sleep. Tend the sick, Lord Christ; give rest to the weary, bless the dying, soothe the suffering, pity the afflicted, shield the joyous; and all for your love's sake. Amen.
Alan W. Jones
#4. [As Garibaldi says,] 'Sleep, my dear Chevalley, sleep, that is what Sicilians want, and they will always hate anyone who tries to wake them ...
Frances Mayes
#5. I suppose some were born acting, some achieve action, and some have action thrust upon while they wail feebly 'Dear God, no, let me sleep in.' I'm only acting once, and then never again.
Sarah Rees Brennan
#6. I heard the South African 'keeper had been killed and I thought it was probably one of their former goalkeepers, but when I confirmed it was Senzo Meyiwa, I was shattered.
Stephen Keshi
#7. The young man murmured in his sleep and said, "Dear Sparrow," and Sparrow felt, for the first time, how the purest joy could be a heaviness.
Madeleine Thien
#9. I'd like to be the sort of person who can enjoy things at the time, instead of having to go back in my head and enjoy them.
David Foster Wallace
#10. Dear, damned, distracting town, farewell! Thy fools no more I'll tease: This year in peace, ye critics, dwell, Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Alexander Pope
#11. I woke up with a heart attack just out of my field of vision and with my dick in my hand, saying, I love you I love you I love you over and over ... And that my dear sweet love of my life, is how things were without you and I'd done everything I could to keep you from knowing that
Craig Clevenger
#12. The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk; with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt they owe to shame; Buy cheap, sell dear; eat. drink, and sleep down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want; Pay tithes for soul-insurance; keep Six days to Mammon, one to Cant
John Greenleaf Whittier
#13. The principle of work is part of self-discipline. Now, my dear young sisters, I have lived a good many years longer than you, but even back in Grandpa's time there was something to make you want to lie down and go to sleep-they called it work.
James E. Faust
#14. Until I dicover the meaning of this sentence, I will neither eat nor sleep.
"My dear uncle-" I began.
"Nor you either," he added.
Jules Verne
#15. How I slept, with that dear, good Dr. Seward watching me. And tonight I shall not fear to sleep, since he is close at hand and within call. Thank everybody for being so good to me. Thank God! Goodnight Arthur. DR.
Bram Stoker
#16. Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
William Wordsworth
#17. You smile and draw me near and whisper, "Do as dreamers do."
I lean to you and whisper in your ear, "I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.
Shaun Hick
#18. Hush now, my dear one ... be not afraid. Night comes upon us, but sunlight will break. Sleep now, my dear one ... let your tears fade. Darkness surrounds us, but someday we'll wake ...
Brandon Sanderson
#19. Oh dear sunday, I want to sleep in your arms and have fun day.
Santosh Kalwar
#20. Why doesn't anyone tell you we all wind up married to Henry the VIII?...
...My dear Anne Boleyn,...the only way a woman can avoid waking up next to Henry is to model herself after his daughter Elizabeth and sleep next to no one at all.
Judith Claire Mitchell
#21. And friends, dear friends,
when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, And gone my bier ye come to weep, Let One, most loving of you all, Say, Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His beloved sleep.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#22. Oh dear," said Jace ... "I hope that wasn't anything important."
"It was a sleeping potion," she said angrily, toeing the vial with the tip of a sneaker. "And now it's gone."
"If only Simon were here. He could bore you to sleep.
Cassandra Clare
#23. So it is that one side effect of the HD revolution has been the gratifying and edifying return of the nature documentary - films about the hugely varied forms of life that eat, sleep, stalk, mate, fight, thrive, suffer and struggle on our dear and embattled old Earth.
Tom Shales
#24. I created jobs and saved the taxpayers money on every road I built.
Steve King
#25. God you are the only legend of love and truth that we all long for. Thank you Lord.
Euginia Herlihy
#26. But the detail of the poem shows power akin to genius, and reveals to us that much neglected law of literary history
that potential genius can never become actual unless it finds or makes the Form which it requires.
C.S. Lewis
#27. For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.
Samuel Lover
#28. I'm the first has-been star singer ever to sing with the circus. I mean, Presley sang with the circus, but that was before he became a star.
Tiny Tim
#30. Dear Ms. Baird, As of today, you do have a slave clause in your contract. It means you do everything I say. Under no circumstances are you to eat, sleep, take breaks, or check in to hotel rooms with men named Eggplant. Sincerely, Gabriel
Nalini Singh
#31. It strikes! one, two, Three, four, five, six. Enough, enough, dear watch, Thy pulse hath beat enough. Now sleep and rest; Would thou could'st make the time to do so too; I'll wind thee up no more.
Ben Jonson
#32. Dear God, I don't ask that my life be perfect but that you allow the myriad of emotions in my life to end each day with calmness. May I sleep peacefully to do your work again by morning light. I ask for these things in Jesus's name, amen.
Ron Baratono
#33. As I lay me down to sleep, this I pray. That you will hold me, dear. Though I'm far away, I whisper your name into the sky. And I will wake up happy.
Sophie B. Hawkins
#34. Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone,
While pain and guilt still linger here below,
Blindness and numbness
these please me alone;
Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.
Michelangelo Buonarroti
