The Good News: Sleep

Sleep is the best meditation.  Dalai Lama

I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you
know?  Ernest Hemingway

The only time I have problems is when I sleep.  Tupac Shakur

When I woke up this morning my girlfriend asked me, “Did you sleep
good?” I said “No, I made a few mistakes.”  Steven Wright

Sleep – the most beautiful experience in life – except drink.  W.C. Fields

The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep.  W.C. Fields

If you can’t sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there
worrying. It’s the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep.  Dale Carnegie

I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am
awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.  Walt Whitman

Life is something to do when you can’t get to sleep.  Fran Lebowitz

That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due
exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces, sleep.  Aldous

It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved
in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.  John Steinbeck

No day is so bad it can’t be fixed with a nap. ~Carrie Snow

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care
The death of each day’s life, sore labour’s bath
Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
~William Shakespeare, Macbeth

There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled. ~Edward Lucas

A good laugh and a long sleep are the best cures in the doctor’s book. ~Irish  proverb

And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
~D.H. Lawrence

If people were meant to pop out of bed, we’d all sleep in toasters. ~Author
unknown, attributed to Jim Davis

Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation. ~Author Unknown

[S]leep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together. ~Thomas Dekker

Without enough sleep, we all become tall two-year-olds. ~JoJo Jensen, Dirt Farmer Wisdom, 2002

O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
~Thomas Hood, Miss Kilmansegg – Her Dream

The best bridge between despair and hope is a good night’s sleep. ~E. Joseph Cossman

I’m not asleep… but that doesn’t mean I’m awake. ~Author Unknown

I count it as a certainty that in paradise, everyone naps. ~Tom Hodgkinson

The amount of sleep required by the average person is five minutes more. ~Wilson Mizener

Early to rise and early to bed
Makes a man healthy and wealthy and dead.
~James Thurber, Fables for Our Times, 1940

How do people go to sleep? I’m afraid I’ve lost the knack. I might try busting myself smartly over the temple with the night-light. I might repeat to myself, slowly and
soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can
remember any of the damn things. ~Dorothy Parker

The feeling of sleepiness when you are not in bed, and can’t get there, is the meanest feeling in the world. ~Edgar Watson Howe

About annecwoodlen

I am a tenth generation American, descended from a family that has been working a farm that was deeded to us by William Penn. The country has changed around us but we have held true. I stand in my grandmother’s kitchen, look down the valley to her brother’s farm and see my great-great-great-great-great-grandmother Hannah standing on the porch. She is holding the baby, surrounded by four other children, and saying goodbye to her husband and oldest son who are going off to fight in the Revolutionary War. The war is twenty miles away and her husband will die fighting. We are not the Daughters of the American Revolution; we were its mothers. My father, Milton C. Woodlen, got his doctorate from Temple University in the 1940’s when—in his words—“a doctorate still meant something.” He became an education professor at West Chester State Teachers College, where my mother, Elizabeth Hope Copeland, had graduated. My mother raised four girls and one boy, of which I am the middle child. My parents are deceased and my siblings are estranged. My fiancé, Robert H. Dobrow, was a fighter pilot in the Marine Corps. In 1974, his plane crashed, his parachute did not open, and we buried him in a cemetery on Long Island. I could say a great deal about him, or nothing; there is no middle ground. I have loved other men; Bob was my soul mate. The single greatest determinate of who I am and what my life has been is that I inherited my father’s gene for bipolar disorder, type II. Associated with all bipolar disorders is executive dysfunction, a learning disability that interferes with the ability to sort and organize. Despite an I.Q. of 139, I failed twelve subjects and got expelled from high school and prep school. I attended Syracuse University and Onondaga Community College and got an associate’s degree after twenty-five years. I am nothing if not tenacious. Gifted with intelligence, constrained by disability, and compromised by depression, my employment was limited to entry level jobs. Being female in the 1960’s meant that I did office work—billing at the university library, calling out telegrams at Western Union, and filing papers at a law firm. During one decade, I worked at about a hundred different places as a temporary secretary. I worked for hospitals, banks, manufacturers and others, including the county government. I quit the District Attorney’s Office to manage a gas station; it was more honest work. After Bob’s death, I started taking antidepressants. Following doctor’s orders, I took them every day for twenty-six years. During that time, I attempted%2
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