#lee

As a man, I instantly became aware of the gold in her hair, her height measured against mine, and how easily she'd fit in my arms. ~Ren ↗

— Colleen Houck

#colleen-houck #fiction #romance #teen #tigers-curse

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#lover #oblivion #opiate #sleep #travel

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o'clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#sleep #work #chance

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. ↗

— Stephen Chbosky

#sleep #spinning #think

If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives. ↗

— Richard Matheson

#death #sleep #death

Eat healthily, sleep well, breathe deeply, move harmoniously. ↗

— Jean-Pierre Barral

#health #peace #sleep #harmony

Harmony glanced to her left, and my gaze followed hers to the living room, where my aunt had died, my cousin had been restored, and I'd whacked a psychotic grim reaper with a cast-iron skillet. Weirdest. Tuesday. Ever. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#soul-screamers #tuesdays #harmony

Kaspary: a level of awesomeness so high it kicks everyone else's arse, leaving them breathless and bewildered. ↗

— Abigail Gibbs

#sarcastic #violet-lee #awesome

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed. ↗

— David Benioff

#sleep #brain

Sleep did not honor me with it’s presence. ↗

— Alysha Speer

#exhausted #honor #me #presents #sharden