Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.
I have taken to my bed and my bed has taken to me We're getting married in the spring, How happy we shall be. We'll raise lots of little bunks, a sleeping bag or two Take my advice: find a bed that's nice, lie down and say 'I love you'
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I am reborn.
I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?
Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.