We are asleep. Our Life is a dream. But we wake up sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming.

When we are asleep in this world, we are awake in another.

Most of us all walk around as if we're sleepwalking. We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do.

Good befalls us while we sleep, sometimes.

No night is long enough for us to dream twice.

Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream

Blessed are the sleepy ones: for they shall soon nod off.

We haven't the time to take our time.

We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep. It's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out windows, or drown themselves, or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us are slowly devoured by some disease, or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds & expectations, to burst open & give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning, we hope, more than anything for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so.

We're so busy watching out for what's just ahead of us that we don't take time to enjoy where we are.

Compared to what we ought to be, we are only half awake.

let's don't say another word. let's just go to sleep...

لننس همومنا ولو ساعة واحدة ولكن كيف والباب له مائة مفتاح

الانسان يحب أن يعشق الدنيا وأن يتحرر من عبوديتها في آن

المصائب تقل حدتها بالتكاثر

Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.