Sleep
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Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us to determine the exact instant when the 'I,' under another form, continues the task of existence.
If you're going to do something tonight that you'll be sorry for tomorrow morning, sleep late.
A mother's arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
Your body tells you what it needs, and if you sleep past your alarm on a Saturday morning, it's probably because you need the sleep.
Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.
That's one thing people don't know about me — I eat in my sleep. I can't keep things in the house; I literally have in my refrigerator water, coconut water, orange juice, hemp milk and like, tea bags. And that's really it. Because I eat in my sleep.
I eat, sleep, and breathe movies. Though I didn't understand the seriousness of films when I made my debut, I felt on top of the world.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.
Leisure time is that five or six hours when you sleep at night.
You, too, will be driven away from your native land and ancient domains as leaves are driven before the wintry storms. Sleep not longer, O Choctaws and Chickasaws, in false security and delusive hopes. Our broad domains are fast escaping from our grasp.
I remember there were days when — and this is kind of gross — I would sleep in my uniform to save time in the morning and then get up and go to school... it didn't matter because I didn't have to impress anyone, and I didn't have to look cute in class.
I am quite a fitness freak. I may not have the time to sleep, but a workout is a must. I have even set up a small personal gym on the sets.
We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.
I train, eat, sleep, and repeat.
My father said there were two kinds of people in the world: givers and takers. The takers may eat better, but the givers sleep better.
I gather from a lawyer that there was a rehearsal yesterday. We haven't a hope. I know the presiding judge too: I've had the misfortune to sleep with his wife. He was specially picked.
Don't tell your kids you had an easy birth or they won't respect you. For years I used to wake up my daughter and say, 'Melissa you ripped me to shreds. Now go back to sleep'.
The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
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