#lee

What good are fans? You can't eat applause for breakfast. You can't sleep with it. ↗

— Bob Dylan

#breakfast #eat #fans #good #sleep

When I came into office, people said, 'Billionaire? How do they live? What do they eat? How do they sleep?' Today, they see me on the subway coming uptown. A couple of people say hi, some people smile and nod. Some people just sleep. It's not an issue. ↗

— Michael Bloomberg

#came #coming #couple #eat #hi

I worked 120 hours a week for eight years. That's 20 to 22 hours a day every day and one week I only got 15 hours sleep. ↗

— Heston Blumenthal

#eight #every #every day #got #hours

No, when I worked as an accountant I was falling asleep waiting for 5 o'clock. ↗

— Heston Blumenthal

#asleep #clock #falling #i #waiting

Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever. ↗

— Napoleon Bonaparte

#fleeting #forever #glory #obscurity

Individually the poor are not too tempting to thieves, for obvious reasons. Mug a banker and you might score a wallet containing a month's rent. Mug a janitor and you will be lucky to get away with bus fare to flee the crime scene. ↗

— Barbara Ehrenreich

#banker #bus #containing #crime #fare

The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay still, my love, I won’t be long; I must prepare my body for passion.' 'O, your body you give, but all else you ration.' 'It is because of these dreams of a sylvan scene: A bleeding nymph to leave me serene... I have dreams of a trembling wench.' 'You have dreams,' she said, 'that cannot be quenched.' 'Our passion,' said I, 'should never be feared; As our longing for love can never be cured. Our want is our way and our way is our will, We have the love, my love, that no one can kill.' 'If night is your love, then in dreams you’ll fulfill... This love, our love, that no one can kill.' Yet want is my way, and my way is my will, Thus I killed my love with a sleeping pill. ↗

— Roman Payne

#cold #fear #killing #love #nocturne

O Death, rock me asleep, bring me to quiet rest, let pass my weary guiltless ghost out of my careful breast. ↗

— Anne Boleyn

#bring #careful #death #ghost #me

Resting on your laurels is as dangerous as resting when you are walking in the snow. You doze off and die in your sleep. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#die #doze #laurels #off #resting

One of the funny things of being a producer, you have these fleeting, intense relationships with people, and they go off to global megastardom, and you don't see them. ↗

— Paul Epworth

#fleeting #funny #funny things #global #go