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“When we take the trouble to look at what is unfolding in front of our eyes, we may recognize instances awakening the wisdom slumbering on the fringes of our inner world. If we fuel our imagination, new and old essentials can converge to a dawning awareness. (“I seek youâ€�)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Do not wake me from this slumber, but be assured that just as I have wept much, I have also wandered many roads with my thoughts.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“Foolishness sleeps soundly, while knowledge turns with each thinking hour, longing for the dawn of answers.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Still enveloped in a blanket of dreams
he (life) continued to lie still, pretended
as if he was in a deep slumber.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“You must be more alive than life.
You must see darkness dance
and hear silence sing.
You must be more awake than light
for we aren’t born sleeping
and we shouldn’t live sleeping.
Only then will death’s slumber
become sweet.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Endings are abstruse, mystic and unreal. They are but depleted beginnings purposed to be substituted with newer ones.A transition of outlook and time, similar to our differing moods before and after slumber. Before the act we witness an exhaustion, a sulkiness but on gaining consciousness, we’re rejuvenated and good humored. The wakefulness is the new beginning whereas the tension the disturbance we perceive each night is the weariness of the beginnings, of each day. So there never really is an end, all that there are are beginnings.Beginnings which are promising, which offer hope, which have a new leash on life, which neither denounce nor belittle rather soothe and console by reconstructing the broken pieces of yesterday, mending them and reinforcing them with courage and beauty like never before.”
― Chirag Tulsiani

“You are my wine, my joy,
My garden, my springtime,
My slumber, my repose,
Without you, I can't cope.”
― Rumi, Love: The Joy That Wounds: The Love Poems of Rumi

“Because at night
when others are sleeping,
I drown myself
in poetry.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.”
― Munia Khan

“Far away soul in a dreamy state
Forgotten slumber seemingly late
Pure rhythmic love now rising higher
Unclad passion our only attire”
― Munia Khan

“You never know how much you truly appreciate sleep until it’s snatched away from you.”
― Khloe Beutler, Speaking Up for Each Other: A Collection of Short Stories for Tweens and Middle Grade Readers

“Day and Night
The night is long: do not shorten it by sleep. The day is fair: do not darken it with wrongdoing.”
― Idries Shah, Caravan of Dreams

“The metal door began to roll open as she held her breath. Its parts creaked like the bones of a giant roused from his slumber, like a Lazarus that had hidden his flaming heart within fireproof walls, patiently sleeping as the comatose do.

The smell hit her first. Mold. Dampness. Cold lifeless things.

Within, there was a darker sort of silence, as if the building had been holding its breath for so long it had forgotten how to breathe.”
― Angela Panayotopulos, The Wake Up

“I feel like a numb number from a crumb of my slumber.”
― Alain Bremond-Torrent, running is flying intermittently

“Autumn calls the forest to rest, to exhale in a flood of colors rubbed to a fiery warmth on the hearth of both hill and plain before nodding off to a winter’s slumber. And what better way to turn the page of a season than to celebrate it in a manner such as this?”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Sleep, or repose that deserved the name of sleep, was out of question. That room, in which her disturbed imagination had tormented her on her first arrival, was again the scene of agitated spirits and unquiet slumbers. Yet how different now the source of her inquietude from what it had been then; how mournfully superior in reality and substance.”
― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey

“There are so many people who though can fight life and win greatly, yet they have imprisoned their own true strength and they just beg at the feet of defeat and miserable life, knowingly or unknowingly, at the expense of their true purpose! Awake whilst you have life and do something noble with all our might now!”
― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah

“Don't fill my day
With a reverie,
If you can't promise me
An unflappable slumber !!”
― Twinkle Tomar Singh

“For better sleep tonight, pre-order your duck fight today. It’ll give your pillow the energy you need to power slumber through to the morning.”
― Jarod Kintz, BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm presents: Two Ducks Brawling Is A Pre-Pillow Fight

“A boring machine, would it drill holes—or put you to sleep? The two-party political system, that’s a boring machine, though voters are waking up. I'd like to think my ducks quacking for their breakfast in the morning is also helping The Sleepwalkers rise from their slumber.”
― Jarod Kintz, Music is fluid, and my saxophone overflows when my ducks slosh in the sounds I make in elevators.

“To be fully awake is a choice to face the stark realities that we would much prefer to avoid. And it is this that prompts so many to embrace the slumber of being ‘woke.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Dream? What it is? If you realise it, it's everything; if not, continue the slumber.”
― Vikrmn, You By You

“God’s power is always a great wonder. A God who does not sleep nor slumber.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Daily Quotes about God: 365 Days of Heavenly Inspiration

“She fondled, cradled, pacified and hushed the wounded heart to slumber by constantly saying,
It’s over. He’s not coming back.”
― Ruqayya Shaheed Khan

“Nothing else attacked the submarine that day, or the days that followed, but every sound was heard as the battle cry of a beast, every creak the war song of the deep. Nerves were frayed, and many among the crew found it difficult to rest, and impossible to sleep. For those who fought their way into the realms of slumber, the battle raged on in their dreams.”
― Dean F. Wilson, Lifemaker

“REM sleep ushers you into a preposterous theater wherein you are treated to a bizarre, highly associative carnival of autobiographical themes.”
― Matthew Walker, Why We Sleep: Unlocking the Power of Sleep and Dreams

“Dawn in the city arrives in slumber and a quiet tolerance, which lingers until an urban urgency takes delivery of the day.”
― Shawn P. McCarthy

“I should bring you home,' he murmured, but he didn't move to drag me to my feet. Instead, I felt a slight thud in the earth, and the spring rain and new grass scent of him cloyed in my nose as he lay beside me. I tingled with pleasure as he stroked my hair.

This was such a lovely dream. I'd never slept so wonderfully before. So warm, nestled beside him. Calm. Faintly, echoing into my world of slumber, he spoke again, his breath caressing my eye. 'You're exactly as I dreamed you'd be too.' Darkness swallowed everything.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Feeling a bit lazy, are we? No worries, it's just your brain telling you it's time for a power nap! Embrace the sloth life because even the most energetic minds need a break to recalibrate. So, sink into that cozy spot, grab your favorite snack, and let laziness take the wheel for a while. Who knows, you might stumble upon some genius ideas in the process â€� or at least find a hilarious cat video to watch. Remember, being lazy isn't a crime, it's a lifestyle choice!”
― Life is Positive

“O even as here thou art, aslumber in death,
So shalt thou slumber down the rest of time,
Released from every harrying pang. But we,
We have bewept thee with insatiate woe,
Standing beside whilst on the awful pyre
Thou wert made ashes; and no day shall take
For us the eternal sorrow from the breast."
But ask the mourner what's the bitterness
That man should waste in an eternal grief,
If, after all, the thing's but sleep and rest?
For when the soul and frame together are sunk
In slumber, no one then demands his self
Or being. Well, this sleep may be forever,
Without desire of any selfhood more,
For all it matters unto us asleep.
Yet not at all do those primordial germs
Roam round our members, at that time, afar
From their own motions that produce our senses�
Since, when he's startled from his sleep, a man
Collects his senses. Death is, then, to us
Much less—if there can be a less than that
Which is itself a nothing: for there comes
Hard upon death a scattering more great
Of the throng of matter, and no man wakes up
On whom once falls the icy pause of life.”
― Lucretius, Of The Nature of Things