Slumber Quotes

Deep in every heart slumbers a dream

It is not the slumber of reason that engenders monsters, but vigilant and insomniac rationality

Even in the grave, all is not lost.

Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow The gentian nods in dewy slumbers bound.

Justice does not help those who slumber but helps only those who are vigilant.

Chance will not do the work. Chance sends the breeze; But if the pilot slumber at the helm, The very wind that wafts us tow'rds the port May dash us on the shoals. The steersman's part Is vigilance, or blow it rough or smooth.

Villainy that is vigilant will be an overmatch for virtue, if she slumber at her post.

To saints their very slumber is a prayer.

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!

Spirit slumbers in nature, awakens in mind, and finally recognizes itself as Spirit in the transpersonal domains.

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour

Tis the voice of the sluggard I heard him complain,You have wak'd me too soon, I must slumber again.

Love is not all; it is not meat nor drink.

Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.

Pray that no sleep may seize upon your eyes, nor slumber upon your eyelids until your thoughts have seriously, calmly, and unchangably fixed.

A thought once awakened does not again slumber.

Wander at will, Day after day,-- Wander away, Wandering still-- Soul that canst soar! Body may slumber: Body shall cumber Soul-flight no more.

It is the nature of the self to manifest itself, In every atom slumbers the might of the self.

To provoke dreams of terror in the slumber of prosperity has become the moral duty of literature.

Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.

All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom.

Sweet are the slumbers of the virtuous man.

The older you get, the few slumber parties there are, and I hate that. I liked slumber parties. What happened to them?

There can be no doubt that distrust of words is less harmful than unwarranted trust in them. Besides, to distrust words, and indict them for the horrors that might slumber unobtrusively within them - isn’t this, after all, the true vocation of the intellectual?

O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.