Love is the scent of a sleeping back, death a slight draft of bad breath.
A moderately bad man knows he is not very good: a thoroughly bad man thinks he is alright. This is common sense really. You understand sleep when you are awake, not well you are sleeping.
At the crash of economic collapse of which the rumblings can already be heard, the sleeping soldiers of the proletariat will awake as at the fanfare of the Last Judgment and the corpses of the victims of the struggle will arise and demand an accounting from those who are loaded down with curses.
I'm not lazy. I'm just really gifted, only instead of being good at music or math I'm good at sleeping late.
. . . one of the ways in which cats show happiness is by sleeping.
Let sleeping dogs lie — who wants to rouse 'em?
I spend my weekends sleeping and watching DVDs, and eating at restaurants within a 2-block radius of my apartment.
I don't like paying taxes, but I like sleeping at night.
Once I saw Paris Hilton leaving a restaurant in Hollywood and the paparazzi cameras were all over her. It looked so unpleasant. It wasn't because she didn't look sensational - she was that perfect combination of fashionable and slutty - it was because the paparazzi guys were shouting these insanely rude and intrusive questions at her. Like, asking her who she was sleeping with and stuff. I was kind of interested in the answer, so I was glad they asked, but it was still gross.
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping but I shall go on living.
In the sleeping state, instead, one is much more oneself, even if society never ceases to intervene.
Could a dream kill a man? Could it strangle him where he sat sleeping?
Come here and take off your clothes and with them every single worry you have ever carried. My fingertips on your back will be the last thing you will feel before sleeping and the sound of my smile will be the alarm clock to you morning ears. Come here and take off your clothes and with them the weight of every yesterday that snuck atop your shoulders and declared them home. My whispers will be the soundtrack to your secret dreams and my hand the anchor to the life you will open your eyes to. Come here and take off your clothes.
I have lived in the United States and I know the might of their industrial complex. The United States is a sleeping giant and I am afraid that our attack has awakened it.
A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
So my last image was as the first. A sleeping youth cloaked in light, who opened his eyes with a smile of recognition for someone who had never been a stranger.
Never under any circumstances take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
Beautiful places are not for sleeping; they are for staying awake to watch the beauties!
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.
Tiger Woods apologized to the three women in America he never got around to sleeping with.