#lee

If one believed in angels one would feel that they must love us best when we are asleep and cannot hurt each other; and what a mercy it is that once in every twenty-four hours we are too utterly weary to go on being unkind. ↗

— Elizabeth von Arnim

#sleep #unkindness #love

Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#love #sleep #love

But I'm really enjoying my retirement. I get to sleep in every day. I do crossword puzzles and eat cake. ↗

— Derek Landy

#crossword-puzzles #humor #humorous #laziness #retirement

Just seeing the smile on her face is enough to keep me satisfied for the rest of my life. Seeing her happy again is better than any feeling in the world. I never want to see her sad again. "This will be worth it, Lake. Everything we had to go through. I promise. Even if you have to wait for me, I'll make it worth it." The smile fades from her eyes and she clutches her hand to her heart. "You already have, Will." That. Right there. I don't deserve her. I walk swiftly back to where she's standing and take her face in my hands. "I mean it," I say. "I love you so damn much, it hurts." I force my lips against hers, then pull away just as fast. "But it hurts in a really good way. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#this-girl #life

Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love ↗

— Kobayashi Issa

#love #sleepiness #love

...How terrible, those dreams before sleep were—the worse kind, mixing hope with despair... ↗

— John Geddes

#dreams #hope #poetry-quotes #sleep #terrible

As Master Nathaniel jogged leisurely along his thoughts turned to the Farmer Gibberty, who many a time must have jogged along this path, in just such a way, and seen and heard the very same things that he was seeing and hearing now. Yes, the Farmer Gibberty had once been a real living man, like himself. And so had millions of others, whose names he had never heard. And one day he himself would be a prisoner, confined between the walls of other people's memory. And then he would cease even to be that, and become nothing but a few words cut in stone. What would these words be, he wondered. ↗

— Hope Mirrlees

#epitaphs #nathaniel-chanticleer #death

she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of paradise ↗

— Unknownnown

#sleep #dreams

Did you sleep well?" "No, I made a couple of mistakes. ↗

— Steven Wright

#humor

TO WHOM LIFE IS AN EXPERIENCE TO BE CARRIED AS FAR AS POSSIBLE... I have not meant to express my thought but to help you clarify what you yourself think... You are not any more different from me than your right leg is from your left, but what joins us is THE SLEEP OF REASON—WHICH PRODUCES MONSTERS. —Theory of Religion ↗

— Georges Bataille

#monsters #reason #religion #sleep #experience