We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
We are such stuff as dreams are made on; and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
It's unfortunate biologically we have to sleep.
I believe a lot of our lives are spent asleep, and what I've been trying to do is hold on to those moments when a little spark cuts through the fog and nudges you.
Every time we go to sleep, it's a rehearsal of the day when our eyes will ultimately close and we wake up on the side of eternity.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?
We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.
Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.
Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
In sleep, we leave behind the sensory stimulation of the outside world.
Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.