Dawn: When men of reason go to bed.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.
Laugh and the world laughs with you; snore and you sleep alone.
Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.
It was cold, and he was coughing. A fine cold draught blew over the knoll. He thought of the woman. Now he would have given all he had or ever might have to hold her warm in his arms, both of them wrapped in one blanket, and sleep. All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.
Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience - unless they are still up.
"I am one of those who like to stay late at the cafe," the loder waitor said. "With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night."
Well now, hold on/maybe I won't go to sleep at all/and it'll be a beautiful white night
Sleeping is no mean art: for its sake one must stay awake all day.
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.
To achieve the impossible dream, try going to sleep.
Death and damnation, I can dissociate from everything else but my own self; I can't even forget myself when I am asleep.
Sleep, those little slices of death, how I loathe them.
Sleep walking throught the all night drugstore, baptized in flourescent light. I found religion in the greeting card aisle, and now I know Hallmark was right.
What we do best is provide an arena where artistic meanings aren't fixed or absolute; where exhibitions, performances and individual works of art encourage reaction, dialogue and debate rather than educate from on high; where the nature of any given work of art isn't arbitrarily ripped away from its context and isolated from the lives and concerns of its audience. Like Sleeping Beauty, the idea of the museum as a social space, a space of public involvement, enjoyment and exchange, may be awakening from its centurylong nap, kissed by adventurous and controversial art that -- ouch! -- forgot to shave.
