Sleeping is forbidden at the age of 22. It's all work and no play.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.
Unfortunately, I have a child who doesn't sleep.
In my youth, daydreaming nurtured me, provided a safe haven. I'd sleep for twelve hours and even when awake escape to the safe place in my mind.
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.
You can't force your child to go to bed. Well, you can, but it doesn't work.
I can sleep anywhere! I can come off stage during the interval of a play, lie down for four minutes then wake up feeling better.
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.
I never liked sleeping; I always think I am missing something.
I am a great believer in naps, whatever age you are.
Sleep is a reward for some, a punishment for others. For all, it is a sanction.