Top 100 Death Sleep Quotes
#1. Time and death sleep side by side.
Garth Nix
#2. Sleep is cousin-german unto death: Sleep and death differ, no more, than a carcass And a skeleton.
Thomas Traherne
#3. Aside from the brief period after Victor's death, sleep
Nicholas Sparks
#4. 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
#5. O sleepers! what a thing is slumber! Sleep resembles death. Ah, why then dost thou not work in such wise as that after death thou mayst retain a resemblance to perfect life, when, during life, thou art in sleep so like to the hapless dead?
Leonardo Da Vinci
#7. 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
#8. Proverbs 19:15-16 15 Lazy people sleep soundly, but idleness leaves them hungry. 16 Keep the commandments and keep your life; despising them leads to death.
Anonymous
#9. Conrad placed on the title page an epigraph taken from Edmund Spenser's The Faerie Queene:
"Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas,
Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please"
This also became Conrad's epitaph.
Joseph Conrad
#10. 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
#11. A death-like sleep,
A gentle wafting to immortal life.
John Milton
#12. Injun Joe studied the body for a moment, his eyes sad. Then he said, "I'd rather go in my sleep, I think." He glanced back at me. "What about you?"
"I want to be stepped on by an elephant while having sex with identical triplet cheerleaders," I said.
Jim Butcher
#13. 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
#14. Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes, brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose.
John Fletcher
#15. 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
#17. 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
#18. 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
#19. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,Must give us pause
William Shakespeare
#20. 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
#22. Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama Buddha
#23. I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.
Benjamin Franklin
#24. 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
#25. It was a peaceful, sunny death, a sleep without end in the calm of the countryside.
Emile Zola
#26. Death comes to us, under many conditions, with all the welcome serenity of sleep.
Hosea Ballou
#27. Writing is a deeper sleep than death.
Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave,
I can't be dragged from my desk at night.
Franz Kafka
#28. We term sleep a death by which we may be literally said to die daily; in fine, so like death, I dare not trust it without my prayers.
Thomas Browne
#29. 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
#30. Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.
John Steinbeck
#33. With plastic surgery, the general anesthetic is like a black-velvety sleep, and that's what death is - without waking up to someone clapping and going, 'Joan, wake up, it's all over and you're looking pretty'.
Joan Rivers
#34. Go mortals, sweat, pant, toil, range the lands and seas to pile up riches you cannot keep; glory that will not last. The life we lead is a sleep; whatever we do, dreams. Only death breaks the sleep and wakes us from dreaming. I wish I could have woken before this.
Francesco Petrarca
#35. There were times when he sat watching the boy sleep that he would begin to sob uncontrollably but it wasn't about death. He wasn't sure what it was about but he thought it was about beauty or goodness. Things that he'd no longer any way to think about at all.
Cormac McCarthy
#36. Sleep is the bite of death.
Unknown
#37. I've never feared death before. I've always been willing to die. Sometimes I even welcomed it, wishing for this all to be over and finally find peace in an endless sleep. But when I look at you, I see possibility, and I start to do what I know better than to do - I wonder
Emalynne Wilder
#38. Death is the final sleep that you never awaken from.
Steven Magee
#39. 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
#40. Death in my mind isn't a finality. There's a continuum: It's like at night, you go to sleep and in the daytime you wake up, or whenever you wake up, and it's a new day.
David Lynch
#41. Death's brother, sleep.
Virgil
#42. I love that moment, when you stop struggling to stay awake and your eyelids shut sink down and you slip effortlessly into another realm that's beckoning to you.
Rachel Klein
#43. Night, having Sleep, the brother of Death.
Hesiod
#44. 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
#45. 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
#46. Just as a well-filled day brings blessed sleep, so a well-employed life brings a blessed death.
Leonardo Da Vinci
#47. 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
#48. Sleep is pain's easiest salve, and doth fulfill all the offices of death, except to kill
John Donne
#49. 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
#50. Sleep is a mirror of life in which can be seen the reflection of death.
Wasif Ali Wasif
#51. I know only one thing. when i sleep, i know no fear, no, trouble no bliss. blessing on him who invented sleep. the common coin that purchases all things, the balance that levels shepherd and king, fool and wise man. there is only one bad thing about sound sleep. they say it closely resembles death.
Andrei Tarkovsky
#52. Sleep is death's younger brother, and so like him, that I never dare trust him without my prayers.
Thomas Browne
#53. 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
#54. Never we sleep, a thug doesn't rest,
Cause a wise man said: it was a cousin of death.
Big Pun
#55. He was going to sleep a little while. He lay still and death was not there. It must have gone around another street. It went in pairs, on bicycles, and moved absolutely silently on the pavements.
Ernest Hemingway,
#57. 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
#59. 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
#60. She is resigned, with that resignation resembling indifference as death resembles sleep.
Victor Hugo
#61. Dark circles under my eyes sink deeper and deeper into my skull, in contrast to my pale skin there is an undeniable resemblance to a fresh corpse.
Dee Remy
#62. After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further.
William Shakespeare
#63. Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Nicolas Chamfort
#64. Let there be sleep after death...Let me not be lonely for her. Let my desire be as ashes, my heart as a stone lost in a dark river.
Christine Monson
#65. To look upon its grass grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that there at least the dead might rest in peace.
Washington Irving
#66. When I can't sleep, I always wrap something around my neck and close my eyes and imagine myself being strangled to death. Then I can fall asleep
it feels like sinking deep underwater
Otsuichi
#67. 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
#68. For next to Death is Sleepe to be compared;
Therefore his house is unto his annext:
Here Sleepe, ther Richesse, and hel-gate them both betwext.
Edmund Spenser
#69. Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night.
Lydia Netzer
#70. 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
#71. 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
#72. Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box.
Dylan Thomas
#73. Some would rather fall into the sleep of death than wake up to the truth of life
Dean Cavanagh
#74. 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
#75. 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
#76. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
On death
John Keats
#77. 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
#78. If you love sleep, you'll really enjoy death.
Dov Davidoff
#79. 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
#80. When death becomes the property of the believer it receives a new name and is called sleep.
William Arnot
#82. I've never been in love. I will die without knowing what it feels like to need to see one person's face when you go to sleep at night, to crave seeing it when you wake up. I wish I knew.
Libba Bray
#83. Jesus, you've got a death wish."
"Right now I have a bathroom-and-sleep-somewhere safe wish, kid.
Lilith Saintcrow
#84. The men, the women, the children; the old with the young, the decrepit with the lusty - all equal before sleep, death's brother.
Joseph Conrad
#85. Books should, not Business, entertain the Light;
And Sleep, as undisturb'd as Death, the Night.
Abraham Cowley
#86. Sadness clings to you like a cat unwilling to release its claws, so you embrace it and stroke it until it is content to sleep in your heart, until awakened by a sound, a smell, or a memory...but it never leaves you.
D.S. Mixell
#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. Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.
Homer
#89. 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
#90. 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
#92. Lo, sleep is good, better is death
in sooth
The best of all were never to be born.
Heinrich Heine
#93. Is death the last sleep? No, it is the last and final awakening.
Walter Scott
#94. 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
#95. 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
#96. For me, sleeping is a waste of time. I'm afraid to sleep. It's a form of death.
Edith Piaf
#97. I will move gently down the stream of life until I sleep with my fathers.
George Washington
#98. Our life is to be regarded as a loan received from death, with sleep as the daily interest on this loan.
Arthur Schopenhauer
#99. 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
#100. 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
