I have these slumber parties with my father, and when we can't sleep we stay up all night trading beauty tips. He… — Liv Tyler Copy Share Image
Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber, Past the wan-mooned abysses of night, I have lived o'er my lives without number, I have… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
There is the dumb silence of slumber or apathy... the fertile silence of awareness, pasturing the soul... the silence of peaceful accord… — Paul Goodman Copy Share Image
Shall we keep men in a fool's paradise? Shall we lull them into soft slumbers from which they will awake in hell?… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
I thought I'd stumbled on Sleeping Beauty and her ugly sister,' said another voice, 'waiting for the kiss of true love to… — John Flanagan Copy Share Image
“You must be more alive than life. You must see darkness dance and hear silence sing. You must be more awake than… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“If nothing else will do to sever me from my sins, Lord, send me such sore and trying calamities as shall awake… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
During our long period of slumber the United States government has lost its moral authority. It is owned, operated, and controlled by… — Thomas Naylor Copy Share Image
I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the… — Fernando Pessoa Copy Share Image
We are conscious of an animal in us, which awakens in proportion as our higher nature slumbers. It is reptile and sensual,… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Our yearnings are homesicknesses for heaven; our sighings are for God, just as children that cry themselves asleep away from home, and… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
Confide not in the firmness of your principles, or the steadfastness of your integrity. Be always vigilant and fearful. Never think you… — Charles Brockden Brown Copy Share Image
Obviously, I don't want to minimize the patriarchal nature of our media, our government and our culture as a whole. But I… — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
The great pulsation of nature beats too in my breast, and when I carol aloud, I am answered by a thousand-fold echo.… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
Thought once awakened does not again slumber; unfolds itself into a System of Thought; grows, in man after man, generation after generation,… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
That's definitely true! It was before my father died, so I can't attribute it to an obsession with death. When I was… — Cate Blanchett Copy Share Image
If you knew yourself for even one moment, if you could just glimpse your most beautiful face, maybe you wouldn’t slumber so… — Rumi Copy Share Image
We are born for a higher destiny than that of earth; there is a realm where the rainbow never fades, where the… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
“Feeling a bit lazy, are we? No worries, it's just your brain telling you it's time for a power nap! Embrace the… — Life is Positive Copy Share Image
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“If you and I are resting or shirking or slacking, his Spirit is nevertheless on the move with somebody else somewhere else,… — Fleming Rutledge Copy Share Image
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time… — Mitchell Burgess Copy Share Image
Love is watchful. Sleeping, it does not slumber. Wearied, it is not tired. Pressed, it is not straitened. Alarmed, it is not… — Thomas a Kempis Copy Share Image
You can never totally hate someone who sang you to sleep like that, can you? Who calmed you down and eased your… — Jonathan Tropper Copy Share Image
Your love in a cottage is hungry, Your vine is a nest for flies- Your milkmaid shocks the Graces, And simplicity talks… — Nathaniel Parker Willis Copy Share Image
“Philosophy, beginning in wonder, as Plato and Aristotle said, is able to fancy everything different from what it is. It sees the… — William James Copy Share Image
I love to be scared. Not, 'Hey, I think I smell smoke...' scared, but creepy, paranoid, what's-that-out-there-in-the-dark, ghost story scared. It's no… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
Labor is rest--from the sorrow that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat… — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
“ A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seemed a thing… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Quotes about Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In days of yore, the poet's pen From wing of bird was plunder'd, Perhaps of goose, but now and then, From Jove's… — John Adams Copy Share Image
Oh brother, pray; in spite of Satan, pray; spend hours in prayer; rather neglect friends than not pray; rather fast, and lose… — Andrew Bonar Copy Share Image
O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“It [Joyce's "Ulysses"] plays on the reader's sympathies to his own undoing unless sleep kindly intervenes and puts a stop to this… — C.G. Jung Copy Share Image
“The metal door began to roll open as she held her breath. Its parts creaked like the bones of a giant roused… — Angela Panayotopulos Copy Share Image
“Sleep, or repose that deserved the name of sleep, was out of question. That room, in which her disturbed imagination had tormented… — Jane Austen Copy Share Image