In some parts of Ireland the sleep which knows no waking is always followed by a wake which knows no sleeping.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The condition of sleep is profoundly contradictory. It is a precious good... but it is a good like none other, because to obtain it, one must seemingly give up the imperative to have it.
For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.
The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.
Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.
My sister could fall asleep at the drop of a hat. She would fall asleep on the train. Me, I never slept. Still. I have a hard time sleeping. But I used to admire her ability to wake up late.
But the mind travels far - and mysteriously - in sleep.
Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.
Nobody knows what either sleep or waking consciousness is, even though these two have long been seen as the two sides of being: part of life's unvarying diurnal rhythm.
Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.
He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.