Drowsiness Quotes

but the real enemy is the cold. It steals up on you quieter than Will, and at first you shiver and your teeth chatter and you stamp your feet and dream of mulled wine and nice hot fires. It burns, it does. Nothing burns like the cold. But only for a while. Then it gets inside you and starts to fill you up, and after a while you don't have the strength to fight it. It's easier just to sit down ot go to sleep. They say you don't feel any pain toward the end. First you go weak and drowsy, and everything starts to fade, and then it's like sinking into a sea of warm milk. Peaceful, like.

Then blessings on thee, my afternoon torpor Thou makest a prince of a mental porpor.

I'm on performance enhancing drugs, so I may cause drowsiness.

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.

It's a rare book that wins the battle against drooping eyelids.

You can't play chess if you're groggy from pills.

Kept falling in and out of it [sleep] like out of a boat or a tipping hammock.

That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.

People who are close to me know, they so know that there were days when I was so tired that I would fall asleep anywhere. The onset photographer has pictures of me falling asleep everywhere. Like on chairs, on the floor, in the middle of a set, all curled up. There were times when crew members didn't know where to find me, but they knew I'd be curled up in a ball somewhere.

Boredom makes me sleepy or restless.

Yawns are hard to refute.

Better try to stay wide awake, or you might end up found dead by the lake.

Sleeping and being asleep is one of my favorite activities. Really, what I wanted to do is provide a landscape or a musical place where people could fall asleep.

Tired people aren't witty

Now, leave." All three boys slumped forward. Percy fell face-first into his pizza. "Percy!" Annabeth grabbed him.

Faded way too long, I'm floatin in and out of consciousness

I get this thing every once in a while that I call 'ESS:' emergency sleep situation. I'll get like lead, really fatigued, and I can't move.

The scariest thing I've ever had about a long drive is almost falling asleep a couple of times. Those moments where you maybe should have pulled over and taken a nap, like, a couple of hours ago.

One slumber finds another.

...Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature.

When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper, the feel of your clothes, your memory of last night, and the noises from the road, you are falling asleep. The highly selective consciousness enjoyed by fully alert men, with all its builded sentiments and consecrated ideals, has as much to be called real as the drowsy chaos, and more.

It is the just doom of laziness and gluttony to be inactive without ease and drowsy without tranquility.

I've been known to just pass out instantaneously, like, anywhere.

Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.

I don't sleep. I nap.