I’ve dreamed a lot. I’m tired now from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake. In dreams I have achieved everything.— Fernando Pessoa
Unusual Dreamless Sleep quotations
But what is all this fear of and opposition to Oblivion? What is the matter with the soft Darkness, the Dreamless Sleep?
O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by.
That which is not present in deep dreamless sleep is not real
There is nothing frightening about an eternal dreamless sleep.
Surely it is better than eternal torment in Hell and eternal boredom in Heaven.
What's the Matter with the Mill?
I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.
Men really do need sea-monsters in their personal oceans
The empty, the one, the unmoved, the full, satiation, wanting nothing--that would be my evil: in short, dreamless sleep.
Men really need sea-monsters in their personal oceans.
An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep.
There are days in retirement that are the waking equivalent of a dreamless sleep, if you know what I mean.
You take a journey into the Unmanifested every night when you enter the phase of deep dreamless sleep. You merge with the Source. You draw from it the vital energy that sustains you for a while when you return to the manifested, the world of separate forms.
As an eagle, weary after soaring in the sky, folds its wings and flies down to rest in its nest, so does the shining Self enter the state of dreamless sleep, where one is freed from all desires.
Your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless. Does not your house dream, and dreaming, leave the city for grove or hilltop?
Through meditation one has to achieve a dreamless sleep with full alertness.
Once this happens, the drop falls into the ocean and becomes the ocean.
Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;
Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.