Erma Bombeck Quotes

I think we should look forward to death more than we do. Of course everybody hates to go to bed or miss anything, but dying is really the only chance we'll get to rest.

I'm a bed monster.

Adults worldwide can today look forward to a life-expectancy of 60 plus. But not young Pakistani women: they die like flies, daily, during childbirth...

Sleep is Mother Nature's best effort yet to counter death.

From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more, must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.

O fool, what else is sleep but chill death's likeness?

A corpse is what's left after waking too often.

You drool when you sleep.

True. The one certainty about riding, Braygan, is that - at some time - you will fall off. It is a fact. Another fact you might like to consider, in your life of perpetual terror, is that you will die. We are all going to die, some of us young, some of us old, some of us in our sleep, some of us screaming in agony. We cannot stop it, we can only delay it.

Life death all does end and each day dies with sleep.

I sleep in the nude but I pull the sheets up.

So much for modern science and its wonderful discoveries that just about everything can kill you. Life is only a bedtime story before a long, long sleep.

When you're in bed, you're dead

To most the end comes as naturally and simply as sleep.

I love sleeping. If there was an Olympics for it, I'd take gold. I'm Cuban. We love to sleep.

Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.

Nonsmokers--this is for you and you only. Ready? Nonsmokers die every day. Sleep tight.

Sleep is death without the responsibility.

And soon all of us will sleep under the earth, we who never let each other sleep above it.

The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it

Sleep is uncanny, I have always found it so, a nightly dress-rehearsal for being dead.

And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death

The young may die, but the old must!

You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?' he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. 'Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, because he's very fond of that dog. But when he woke up in the morning, everything would be all right. He'd know it was only a dream.' Nicholson nodded. 'What's the point exactly?' The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only he wouldn't know it. I mean he wouldn't wake up till he died himself.

On a long enough time line, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.