Gayle Forman Quotes

Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, morn of toil, nor night of waking.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams.

Sleep is a hint of lovely oblivion.

But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?

Death is the most blessed dream.

Downy sleep, death's counterfeit.

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.

Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.

My God! I thank Thee for the bath of sleep, That wraps in balm my weary heart and brain, And drowns within its waters still and deep My sorrow and my pain. I thank Thee for my dreams, which loose the bond That binds my spirit to its daily load, And give it angel wings, to fly beyond Its slumber-bound abode.

Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

Soldier, rest! Thy warfare o'er, Sleep the sleep that knows not breaking, Dream of battled fields no more. Days of danger, nights of waking.

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - he hath awakened from the dream of life - 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.

Sleep, the type of death, is also, like that which it typifies, restricted to the earth. It flies from hell and is excluded from heaven.

Let me just be in the ground. Let me just be in the ground and go to sleep.

There is nothing frightening about an eternal dreamless sleep. Surely it is better than eternal torment in Hell and eternal boredom in Heaven.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!

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

Sleep is cousin-german unto death: Sleep and death differ, no more, than a carcass And a skeleton.