Top 100 Death Of Sleep Quotes
#2. Every morning, arising from the death of sleep, the happy plants and all our fellow animal creatures great and small, and even the rocks, seemed to be shouting, Awake, awake, rejoice, rejoice, come love us and join in our song. Come! Come!
John Muir
#3. The Mexican ... is familiar with death. [He] jokes about it, caresses it, sleeps with it, celebrates it. It is one of his favorite toys and his most steadfast love.
Octavio Paz
#4. There are not enough words in the English language to describe the experience of this. Death is more than life. Humans put their animals "to sleep" when it's really waking them up. Everybody has it all backwards.
Kate McGahan
#5. There are things we do automatically, our body, acting on its own, avoids inconvenience whenever possible, that is why we sleep on the eve of battle or execution, and why ultimately we die when we can no longer bear the harsh light of existence.
Jose Saramago
#7. 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.
Arthur Schopenhauer
#8. In his den the monster keep, Giver of eternal sleep.
Sophocles
#9. Offering
I made a poem going
to sleep last night, woke
in sunlight, it was clean forgotten.
If it was any good, gods
of the great darkness
where sleep goes and farther
death goes, you not named,
then as true offering
accept it.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#10. The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us to determine the exact instant when the 'I,' under another form, continues the task of existence.
Gerard De Nerval
#11. O Earth, so full of dreary noises!
O men, with wailing in your voices!
O delved gold, the wader's heap!
O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall!
God makes a silence through you all,
And giveth His beloved, sleep.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#12. Then, after a long fireside rest and a glance at my note-book, I cut a few leafy branches for a bed, and fell into the clear, death-like sleep of the tired mountaineer. Early
John Muir
#14. 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.
Thomas Wolfe
#15. Let us sleep, he said and he felt the long light body, warm against him, comforting against him, abolishing loneliness against him, magically, by a simple touching of flanks, of shoulders and of feet, making an alliance against death with him.
Ernest Hemingway,
#16. Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn't a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.
David Paul Kirkpatrick
#17. Death was a beginning and not an end; it was the morning of the spirit. Tired bodies lay down to sleep and their souls wakened to the morning, rested; the first fruits of them that slept.
Mary Roberts Rinehart
#18. Don't trust. Trust is death. Kill him. Kill them all. Oh, to die and be done, done with it all, sleep without dreams, dreams of Ilyena, forgive me, Ilyena, no forgiveness, only death, deserve to die. . . . Rand
Robert Jordan
#19. And all they could do was sit, sleep, eat, and be reminded day after day, night after night, of their disease and eventual death.
Alan Brennert
#20. He doesn't mind if he dies ... indeed, he would like to die; but yet he fears to fall. He would welcome a long sleep; but not at the price of falling to it.
William Golding
#21. Look to your experience in dreams to know how you will fare in death. Look to your experience of sleep to discover whether or not you are truly awake.
Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche
#22. But to elude death
is not easy: attempt it who will,
he shall go to the place prepared for each
of the sons of men, the soul-bearers
dwelling on earth, ordained them by fate:
laid fast in that bed, the body shall sleep
when the feast is done.
Michael Alexander
#23. They take little interest in waking life, choosing to lie most of the time in death-like sleep." "Then
Robert E. Howard
#24. The daily life of a genius, his sleep, his digestion, he ecstasies, his nails, his colds, his blood, his life and death are essentially different from the rest of mankind.
Salvador Dali
#25. I don't understand how I can always want to sleep, hate waking up, and yet be afraid of death.
Mike Heil
#26. Life is the bitch and death is her sister. Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture. You know father time, we all know Mother Nature. It's all in the family but I am of no relation.
Lil' Wayne
#27. In practice it is death that works so
seductively behind the image of its brother, sleep
Friedrich Nietzsche
#28. Death, my son, is a good thing for all men; it is the night for this worried day that we call life. It is in the sleep of death that finds rest for eternity the sickness, pain, desperation, and the fears that agitate, without end, we unhappy living souls.
Jacques-Henri Bernardin De Saint-Pierre
#29. Death was a quiet evil, unavoidable like the dark night and defenseless sleep and tearful sorrows. It had hunted her down and slithered close, wanting only to smother every last flicker of life."
- from "My Aquarius
Richelle E. Goodrich
#30. We term sleep a death, and yet it is waking that kills us, and destroys those spirits that are the house of life.
Thomas Browne
#31. As a boy, he had been moved by those words of the dying Socrates, suggesting that if death were just one long, unbroken, dreamless sleep, then a greater boon could hardly be bestowed upon mankind.
Colin Dexter
#32. SLEEP IS NOT, DEATH IS NOT; WHO SEEM TO DIE LIVE. HOUSE YOU WERE BORN IN, FRIENDS OF YOUR SPRING-TIME, OLD MAN AND YOUNG MAID, DAY'S TOIL AND ITS GUERDON, THEY ARE ALL VANISHING, FLEEING TO FABLES, CANNOT BE MOORED. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ransom Riggs
#33. There is a kitsch of death. For example, death transformed into sweet sleep: The 'good night, sweet prince' of the last scene of Hamlet.
Saul Friedlander
#34. If death is truly a curse,' Spock said, as soberly as some power pronouncing a hundred years of sleep, but with a glint of private, serene humor in his eyes. 'There is little logic in condemning something one has not experienced ... or does not remember experiencing.
Diane Duane
#35. What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?
Colleen McCullough
#36. Given an opportunity I would like to sleep 24X7 for the rest of my life after death.
Amit Abraham
#37. I have to acknowledge that the sea is a cup of death, and the land is a stained altar stone. We the living are survivors huddled on flotsam, living on jetsam. We are escapees. We wake in terror, eat in hunger, sleep with a mouth full of blood.
Annie Dillard
#38. The nations were awakened from the sleep of death, as the words of eternal life flowed from the Apostles' lips, - the temples of superstition were shut or destroyed, and churches were planted in every part of the civilized world.
John Strachan
#39. When I first saw the light of day on this planet, it seemed as if I had been rudely awakened from a death-like sleep.
Victoria Woodhull
#40. We breathe, sleep, drink, eat, work and then die! The end of life is death. What do you long for? Love? A few kisses and you will be powerless. Money? What for? To gratify your desires. Glory? What coems after it all? Death! Death alone is certain.
Guy De Maupassant
#41. Blessed is death, since it, through the divine power, disrobes us of this work day garment, to clothe us with the wedding garment of incorruption. Blessed are those who sleep in Jesus.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#42. No matter how deep my sleep I shall hear you, and not all the power of death can keep my spirit from wagging a grateful tail. I will always love you as only a dog can.
Eugene O'Neill
#43. I've been thinking of death a lot, and I am amazed by its inevitability, frightened, as we all are, of the totally unknown, and yet feel a long sleep is somehow earned by those of us who live on the edge.
Jackson Pollock
#44. The pain of hunger beneath everything. At the end of all love-making, the dreamless sleep after the orgasm, which is like death.
Christopher Isherwood
#46. I'm not dead. I sleep sometimes. Sleep comes very close to death, everyone knows that. The dead walk in dreams, everyone knows that. They come to you alive, and they say things. They walk out of death into the dreams.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#47. England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?
William Blake
#48. Someone told me sleep was the cousin of death and followin' the dollar finds nothin' but stress.
Mac Miller
#49. Love is the scent of a sleeping back, death a slight draft of bad breath.
Richard Flanagan
#50. He tried to think of death as he had done now and then, but that tired him and he dozed off. When he awoke an hour later, he felt fresh and calm as though he had slept for days.
Hermann Hesse
#51. I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD ... I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it
Jim Morrison
#52. It was a peaceful, sunny death, a sleep without end in the calm of the countryside.
Emile Zola
#53. Sleep is a mirror of life in which can be seen the reflection of death.
Wasif Ali Wasif
#54. But winter was necessary. Why else would the world have it? The trees seemed to welcome the season, from the way they changed colors before they dropped their leaves and went to sleep. Winter was a part of a cycle, like day and night, life and death.
Merrie Haskell
#55. Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfill all the offices of death, except to kill
John Donne
#56. I told her that the pills will let her slip off and that when a person dies there comes a long clean sleep."
"That's all," Alexandria whispers, echoing after her, "a long clean sleep.
Annie Fisher
#57. And the king could find no sleep. Not then, not now, and still he waits to this day in a shell of spent flesh... but they say he no longer dreams.
C.M. Hayden
#58. I think it's just fear of death. I can't bear to go to sleep. There's very little, you know, between an entrepreneur and a crazy person.
Anita Roddick
#59. Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.
Hesiod
#60. Seems like Death came back for me."
He grinned, a subtly odd grin that somehow made her smile back. "You drove him off again. Sleep, Tana. I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him. We have been adversaries for so long that we are closer than friends.
Holly Black
#61. Sleep is the bite of death.
Unknown
#63. For some it is harder to wake up to the truth of life than it is to fall into the sleep of death
Dean Cavanagh
#64. Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.
Hosea Ballou
#65. Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of death? Fate will give an eternal rest.
[Lat., Stulte, quid est somnus, gelidae nisi mortis imago?
Longa quiescendi tempora fata dabunt.]
Ovid
#66. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had the strength to rouse up, you'd slaughter your half-dreams with a buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that's burned dry.
Ray Bradbury
#67. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause
William Shakespeare
#68. Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,
When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,
Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,
But never will be sung to us again,
Is they remembrance. Now the hour of rest
Hath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#69. Lie you easy, dream you light,
And sleep you fast for aye;
And luckier may you find the night
Than ever you found the day.
A.E. Housman
#70. Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their development have breath, And tears and tortures, and the touch of joy.
George Gordon Byron
#71. Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
John Fletcher
#72. In nature nothing is at standstill, everything pulsates, appears and disappears. Heart, breath, digestion, sleep and waking - birth and death - everything comes and goes in waves. Rhythm, periodicity, harmonious alternation of extremes is the rule. No use rebelling against the very pattern of life.
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj
#73. When in the down I sink my head,
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath;
Sleep, Death's twin-brother, knows not Death,
Nor can I dream of thee as dead:
Alfred Tennyson
#74. O weep for Adonis - He is dead."
"Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#76. Sleep, the type of death, is also, like that which it typifies, restricted to the earth. It flies from hell and is excluded from heaven.
Charles Caleb Colton
#77. What could never be endured, it turned out, was the last swathe of time before sleep came, the path from larger day to huger night, a little death when the mind was still alive and fluttering. Thus
Martin Amis
#78. Panic is a synonym for being; in its delays, in its swerving and rushing syntax, its frantic lists and questions, it fends off time and loss. Its opposite is oblivion: not the tranquil oblivion of sleep but the threatening oblivions of sex and death.
Louise Gluck
#79. When you die you forget. Death is a sleep, a forgetting. You forget about your previous lifetime. The essence of your being is the same. But at death, the personality dissolves
Frederick Lenz
#80. I will move gently down the stream of life until I sleep with my fathers.
George Washington
#81. For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I'm afraid to sleep. It's a form of death.
Edith Piaf
#82. Rut, routine, robotic. These are the three R's of adult-hood. Wake up, eat, go to work, eat, work more, come home, eat, sleep, and repeat every day until we all reach retirement, or death.
Craig R. Key
#83. If you love someone, you're not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie
not really dead but not really alive, either.
Cassandra Clare
#84. Lo, sleep is good, better is death
in sooth
The best of all were never to be born.
Heinrich Heine
#85. Do you wrestle with dreams?
Do you contend with shadows?
Do you move in a kind of sleep?
Time has slipped away.
Your life is stolen.
You tarried with trifles,
Victim of your folly.
Frank Herbert
#86. Death is not as terrible as you think. It comes to you as a healer. Sleep is nothing but a counterfeit death. What happens in death we can picture in sleep. All our sufferings vanish in sleep. When death comes, all our mortal tortures cease; they cannot go beyond the portals of death.
Paramahansa Yogananda
#87. I am convinced that it is not the fear of death, of our lives ending that haunts our sleep so much as the fear ... that as far as the world is concerned, we might as well never have lived.
Harold S. Kushner
#88. When death becomes the property of the believer it receives a new name and is called sleep.
William Arnot
#89. Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.
Cormac McCarthy
#90. The spectacle is the nightmare of imprisoned modern society which ultimately expresses nothing more than its desire to sleep. The spectacle is the guardian of sleep.
Guy Debord
#91. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
On death
John Keats
#92. Youth dreams a bliss on this side of death. It dreams a rest, if not more deep, More grateful than this marble sleep; It hears a voice within it tell: Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well. 'Tis all perhaps which man acquires, But 'tis not what our youth desires.
Matthew Arnold
#93. They're similar to the human idea of the sandman. They used to help people sleep. Now they're more prone to creating nightmares that end in death. Lucky's description of the dream weavers.
Jami Brumfield
#94. Some would rather fall into the sleep of death than wake up to the truth of life
Dean Cavanagh
#95. What is this love that endures decades, passes on sleep, and resists death to give one kiss? Call it agape love, a love that bears a semblance of God's.
Max Lucado
#96. The moments that precede sleep are very similar to death. We are filled by a torpor and it is impossible to know when the 'I' takes on a different form. Our dreams are our second life. I am incapable of going through the doors that lead us to that invisible world without a shiver.
Paulo Coelho
#97. Seven hearts the journey make.
Seven ways the hearts will break.
Bravest heart will carry on
When sleep is death, and hope is gone.
Look in the fiery jaws of fear
And see the answer white and clear,
Then throw away all thoughts of home,
For only then your quest is done.
Emily Rodda
#98. Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,
when I come back
we will go out together,
we will walk out together among,
the ten thousand things,
each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.
Galway Kinnell
#99. To return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#100. Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest,
Cause a wise man said: it was a cousin of death.
Big Pun
