My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.
Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.
Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.
We have forgotten love, and Sat lonely beside each other. We have eaten together, Lonely behind our plates, we Have hidden behind children, We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns toward you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence.
I slept with my mother until I was nine years old. It was OK for the first few years, and then I don't know what happened. I just couldn't do it anymore. I mean, sleeping with the same woman, night after night. Boring!
I don't have to announce all the women I've slept with.
I said some words to the close and holy darkness and then I slept.
He sounded like a man who had slept well and didn't owe too much money.
Wait. You think I'm going to die? That's why you slept with me?
They said no one knew a man as well as a woman who slept with him.
I have wined and dined with kings and queens and I’ve slept in alleys and dined on pork and beans.
Me? I slept like the dead, which I hoped wasn’t a sign of things to come.
The people dreamed and fought and slept as much as ever. And by habit they shortened their thoughts so that they would not wander out into the darkness beyond tomorrow.
Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my heart, like i forgot i didn't live there anymore
No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.
People who say that small things don't bother them have never slept in a room with a mosquito.
If you got up this morning and had fruits for breakfast, it was probably picked by the bent back of an immigrant worker. If you slept in a hotel or motel of the nation, you probably had your room done by an immigrant worker.
There is one topic peremptorily forbidden to all well-bred, to all rational mortals, namely, their distempers. If you have not slept or if you have slept or if you have head ache or sciatica or leprosy or thunder-stroke, I beseech you, by all angels, to hold your peace and not pollute the morning.
When I was a baby, my mother tells me I never slept because I never wanted to miss anything.
someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then) they said their nevers they slept their dream