I worked night security for Estee Lauder. It was horrible. I worked from midnight till 8 in the morning. I did that… — Matt Serra Copy Share Image
Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core. Rome'll decline and fall… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
Father, I have much to be grateful for tonight and I thank you. I have much to regret and I ask your… — Avery Brooks Copy Share Image
“It is past eight. The hills before me are bathed in a gentle light that falls like sleep on weary eyes. Everything… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
“She tries to think, but the monotonous stuttering of the wheels breaks the flow of her thoughts, and the narcotic cowl of… — Stefan Zweig Copy Share Image
“We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon… — Percy Shelley Copy Share Image
Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
For a person that's on tour, the environment is difficult. I don't want to come off sounding like, "Oh, it's so hard!,"… — Patty Schemel Copy Share Image
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
My mom has a diary entry or something where I wrote, "I think Steven Tyler is my father." I had the same… — Liv Tyler Copy Share Image
In place of our exhaustion and spiritual fatigue, God will give us rest. All He asks is that we come to Him...that… — Charles R. Swindoll Copy Share Image
I got invited to the White House, and I tried to sleep there overnight without permission. The Secret Service came to my… — Jake Paul Copy Share Image
“I am myself when I get up, I am myself throughout the day and I am myself when I go back to… — Pushpa Rana Copy Share Image
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
“Priscilla watched her husband as he slowly drifted into sleep, and once he was asleep, she took hold of his hand and… — Edward P. Jones Copy Share Image
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and… — Cesare Pavese Copy Share Image
dissonance, n. Nights when I need to sleep and you can't. Days when I want to talk to you and you won't.… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
I miss 'EastEnders.' I loved it. But I was exhausted when I left. They asked me to go back recently - they've… — Barbara Windsor Copy Share Image
“In sleep a person passes in and out of two stages, dreaming and dreamless sleep. In the first, consciousness is withdrawn from… — Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa Copy Share Image
So it is that one side effect of the HD revolution has been the gratifying and edifying return of the nature documentary… — Tom Shales Copy Share Image
Sometimes he thinks that if he could only trace the path of his life carefully enough, everything would become clear. The ways… — Dan Chaon Copy Share Image
Love wakes much and sleeps little and, in sleeping, does not sleep. It faints is not weary; it is restricted in its… — Thomas a Kempis Copy Share Image
“When you've got creative momentum, the last thing you want to do is stop. I'd write and write and wake up with… — Kate Inglis Copy Share Image
In El-harím, there lived a man, a man with yellow eyes. To me, he said, "Beware the whispers, for they whisper lies.… — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
...and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of… — David Levithan Copy Share Image
Gansey leaned back, head thrown to the side, drunken and silly with happiness. "I love this car," he said, loud enough to… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
As you know, the South is known for its hospitality, traditions, football, pageants, and food. Football is almost like a religion here.… — Katherine Webb Copy Share Image
“At the moment I am occupied by an investigation with Kirchhoff which does not allow us to sleep. Kirchhoff has made a… — Robert Bunsen Copy Share Image
“Neverfell was tired, so very tired. Waiting in her room to learn of her fate, her mind kept dropping away into sleep… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
...We pray together, we are afraid together, and then we go to sleep. Even if Satan came into the house, no one… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Some authors have what amounts to a metaphysical approach. They admit to inspiration. Sudden and unaccountable urgencies to writecatapult them out of… — Fannie Hurst Copy Share Image
But what he didn't understand was that this dreamland was preferable,walking through this life half-sleeping,everything at arm's length or farther away. I… — Sarah Dessen Copy Share Image
Death, my son, is a good thing for all men; it is the night for this worried day that we call life.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You're afraid of imagination and even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the responsibility that begins in dreams. But you have to… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
For a young man, sleep is a sure solvent of distress. There whirls not for him in the night any so hideous… — Max Beerbohm Copy Share Image
“Anna drove with the window rolled down, breathing in the essence of autumn: an exhalation of a forest readying itself for sleep,… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
I have terrible nightmares, you know. Every night when I come home from a long day’s dying, I take off my skin… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“In a strange room you must empty yourself for sleep. And before you are emptied for sleep, what are you. And when… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
Whenever humans come together for any reason, music is there: weddings, funerals, graduation from college, men marching off to war, stadium sporting… — Daniel Levitin Copy Share Image
From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in… — Zora Neale Hurston Copy Share Image
