Sleeping Quotations | Page 4

If I hadn't experienced that first-hand and known what it takes to turn a team around, I maybe wouldn't feel as positive about what I'm getting into, ... But I really feel the Orioles' organization has tremendous upside. One G.M. called it a sleeping giant, and I really believe that. They had 88 losses and problems and issues. A lot of those issues have gone away, with free agency.

I can't tell you how many pain pills I am on or how many sleeping pills I'm taking. I don't have a choice. I can't even run that much anymore. How can I run. I don't have any cartilage in that knee. I'm bone on bone.

I'd see people in the middle of winter sleeping under a blanket in the snow, ... I'd be looking at them from my window and I would think, 'What's going through that person's mind?'

I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated /that had been sleeping in your soul.

I fear my oppositions 30% but I fear the one sleeping with me 70%.

I compare it to sleeping on a soft mattress,

I don't like the fact that someone is in there playing dominoes with their friends while we're out there practicing. I didn't like the fact that they're in there sleeping on the rehab table while we're out there practicing, and then they just come out Friday because they think they're that good and they can come out and play.

Carry the name of God to every door, wake the sleeping with it, purify the atmosphere of the streets, rendered unclean by angry shouts of hate or greed, faction or fight.

Carrie: I just love Sleeping Beauty! The music, the sets, the costumes. It's so romantic!Stanford: You only like it because she sleeps for a hundred years and doesn't age.

He basically just said, 'I need to stretch my legs out. I've been sleeping in that tank with my knees up to my chin and I just have to stretch out. My legs have been cramping up.' It seemed that innocuous, but he would die two days later. It was a warning bell that we did not know what to do with,

You can't really worry about it. It's nothing that's going to keep me from sleeping at night.

You can say you're getting in a little too late when the newspaper is already at your door by the time you get to your room, ... Obviously, it's not the most beneficial situation. You'd like to get in at a decent hour and catch some decent sleep as opposed to getting in, sleeping and going to the park when you wake up.

All the seats, all the couches, full of sleeping bodies even the floors.

And as far as the imminent apocalypse is concerned, they're on the same page as the Mullahs in Tehran . Just in case you were sleeping soundly at night.

And even though I know how very far apart we are, it helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star. And when the night winds start to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky. Somewhere out there, if love can see us through then, we'll be together ... Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true.

If they want we will give them a sleeping bag, but there is something romantic about sleeping under the desk. They want to do it.

Fortunately I know how to counter it, the man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition, from the man who did the waking.

To spend several days in a friend's house and hunger for something to read, while you are treading on costly carpets, and sitting upon luxurious chairs and sleeping upon down, is as if one were bribing your body for the sake of cheating your mind

Up, sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough

The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;The winds that will be howling at all hours,And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;For this, for everything, we are out of tune.

Progress is the life-style of man. The general life of the human race is called Progress, and so is its collective march. Progress advances, it makes the great human and earthly journey towards what is heavenly and divine; it has its pauses, when it rallies the stragglers, its stopping places when it meditates, contemplating some new and splendid promised land that has suddenly appeared on its horizon. It has its nights of slumber; and it is one of the poignant anxieties of the thinker to see the human spirit lost in shadow, and to grope in the darkness without being able to awake sleeping progress.

Heaven's ebon vault, studded with stars unutterably bright, through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, seems like a canopy which love has spread to curtain her sleeping world