“My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep,But a continuance of enduring thought,Which then I can resist not: in my heartThere is a vigil, and these eyes but closeTo look within; and yet I live, and bearThe aspect and the form of breathing men.”
“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.”
“The unlimited power that lies sleeping within you, let it slumber no more.”
“It is not the slumber of reason that engenders monsters, but vigilant and insomniac rationality.”
“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.”
“I feel like Sleeping Beauty, forever asleep, with the waking world continuing on without me fully aware. Only there is no prince to wake me from this slumber, this half-life.”