#lee

But everything wrong with her is everything that draws me in and makes her perfect. She’s flat-out rude to me and I love it. She’s stubborn and I love it. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#dean-holder #sky-davis #love

We live in an era that sleeping with an individual is easier than loving. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#loving #sleeping #love

Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can't sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can't sleep with the window open. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#alliance #entered #into #man #marriage

We should live, my Lesbia, and love And value all the talk of stricter Old men at a single penny. Suns can set and rise again; For us, once our brief light has set, There's one unending night for sleeping. Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, Then another thousand, then a second hundred, Then still another thousand, then a hundred; Then, when we've made many thousands, We'll muddle them so as not to know Or lest some villain overlook us Knowing the total of our kisses. (Translated by Guy Lee) ↗

— Catullus

#kisses #lesbia #love #night #romance

Sometimes sleep gets to be a serious and complete thing. You stop going to sleep in order that you may be able to get up, but get up in order that you may be able to go back to sleep. ↗

— Robert Penn Warren

#men

I press my forehead against hers. "I'm so glad you showed up," I whisper. "You changed my life forever that night. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

#this-girl #change

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle, Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong. Think rather,--call to thought, if now you grieve a little, The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long. Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn; Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry: Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born. Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason, I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun. Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season: Let us endure an hour and see injustice done. Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation; All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain: Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation-- Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again? ↗

— A.E. Housman

#birth #death #emotion #grief #heaven-and-earth

I like cream and sugar in my sleep. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#sleep #sleeping #change

Coach Hedge shouted, 'Let the movie star go, you big ugly cupcake! Or I'm gonna plant my hoof right up your... ↗

— Rick Riordan

#enceladus #gleeson-hedge #movies

There's a strange sensation - you recall it from childhood - about sleeping in the afternoon. You rise into a different world from the one in which you lay down. The shadows have been rearranged. There's a sensation of sad sweetness, as if something has been overlooked. I used to feel it coming out of the movies just before dinnertime, after the matinee. How, I wondered, did Broadway actors face it, this bittersweet sense of time's slipping past. ↗

— Jacquelyn Mitchard

#movies