Fran Lebowitz Quotes

Sleep - death without dying - living, but not life.

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.

Sleep. To lie down and shut out the noise, the fear, the unceasing misery.

In sleep, we leave behind the sensory stimulation of the outside world.

The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.

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.

Try to imagine what it will be like to go to sleep and never wake up... now try to imagine what it was like to wake up having never gone to sleep.

The dead they sleep a long, long sleep; The dead they rest, and their rest is deep; The dead have peace, but the living weep.

But think that we Are but turned aside to sleep.

I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

I have miles to go before I sleep.

I softly sink into the bath of sleep: With eyelids shut, I see around me close The mottled, violet vapors of the deep, That wraps me in repose.

Sleep [is like] a dove which has landed near one's hand and stays there as long as one does not pay any attention to it.

Waking was the most reliable part of a dream, as built into dreams as death is to life. You dream, you wake: you live, you die.

Life itself is ... a sleep within a sleep.

For she belike hath drunken deep Of all the blessedness of sleep.

There was a Greek philosopher who taught that, of all things, not to have been born is the sweetest state. But I believe sleep is the sweetest state. You're dead, yet alive. There's no sensation so exquisite.

FIRST WATCHER Why do people die? SECOND WATCHER Perhaps because they don't dream enough.

I love to sleep. Do you? Isn't it great? It really is the best of both worlds. You get to be alive and unconscious.

Please don't wake me, no, don't shake me, leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping.

Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?

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.

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.