“WHY YOU DOZING BRUH?!” Eleu yelled. He lifted the pan of sauce from the fire and brought it over to a large boulder, selected a few pieces of raw meat and laid them carefully in the sauce.
“Because.” Molawa responded, without opening his eyes. “I had to walk here. And my nap was interrupted…” his voice drifted off again.
“By what? Your nap was interrupted by WHAT?” Eleu demanded impatiently. He was on edge: he didn’t like that the place he’d always known as safe was about to be attacked by a horde of vile creatures.
Molawa opened one eye and squinted it at Eleu. “Quiet. My nap was interrupted by quiet. You know I can’t sleep if you’re not snoring in the other room, blocking out the silence.”
Source: Mākaha: The Pacific Chronicles
“Sleep is a vital element within God’s creation and plan for humanity as it’s one of the avenues by which He teaches, matures, and sanctifies our very lives.”
Source: A Theology of Sleep: Trusting in the Lord When You Are Most Vulnerable
“Sleep is not an incidental detail in scripture. It is scattered across the entire Bible, from start to finish, and it is inherently tied to multiple individuals, significant events, key conversations, spiritual truths, and overarching periods in time and history. There is not a single section in the Bible that is left untouched by the reality of sleep.”
Source: A Theology of Sleep: Trusting in the Lord When You Are Most Vulnerable
“Like Adam, you are not God and you never will be. The certainty and necessity of your sleep profoundly reflect this very truth.”
Source: A Theology of Sleep: Trusting in the Lord When You Are Most Vulnerable
“When we face challenges and questions, we should not trust in ourselves, follow our own hearts, or create a litany of backup plans. Instead, we should bow before the Lord, declare our belief in Him, and fully rely upon the assurances of His Word. No matter what comes to pass, we will always be safe in the presence of the Lord, and we can rest peacefully within this truth.”
Source: A Theology of Sleep: Trusting in the Lord When You Are Most Vulnerable
“As humans, we acknowledge how much we need our rest, but this is not the case for God. He does not need to recover from a long day. He does not need to refresh His body at night. He does not need to relax His mind. He certainly does not need prophets to awaken Him at certain times of the day. He is the everlasting God; He will never grow tired or weary.”
Source: A Theology of Sleep: Trusting in the Lord When You Are Most Vulnerable
“Nothing will stop God’s salvation from being poured out upon His people, and nothing will stop the future judgment of the wicked. Regardless of whether we are asleep or not, God’s saving kingdom will remain, and even better, it will be eternally settled at the arrival of Jesus’s second coming.”
Source: A Theology of Sleep: Trusting in the Lord When You Are Most Vulnerable
“I think a good film is one that has a lasting power, and you start to reconstruct it right after you leave the theater. There are a lot of films that seem to be boring, but they are decent films. On the other hand, there are films that nail you to your seat and overwhelm you to the point that you forget everything, but you feel cheated later. These are the films that take you hostage.
I absolutely don’t like the films in which the filmmakers take their viewers hostage and provoke them. I prefer the films that put their audience to sleep in the theater. I think those films are kind enough to allow you a nice nap and not leave you disturbed when you leave the theater. Some films have made me doze off in the theater, but the same films have made me stay up at night, wake me up thinking about them in the morning, and keep on thinking about them for weeks. Those are the kinds of films I like.”
“There are few things that can't be fixed by a good night's sleep.”
Source: The Circus Train
“Another gust whips through, and Addie folds herself against it, eyes blurring. She shuffles sideways, onto a narrow street, just to escape the violent wind, and the sudden quiet, the breezeless peace, of the alley is like down, soft and warm. Her knees fold. She slumps into a corner against a set of steps, and watches her fingers turn blue, thinks she can see frost spreading over her skin, and marvels quietly, sleepily, at her own transformation. Her breath fogs the air in front of her, each exhale briefly blotting out the world beyond until the gray city fades to white, to white, to white. Strange, how it seems to linger now, a little more with every breath, as if she's fogging up a pane of glass. She wonders how many breaths until the world is hidden. Erased, like her.
Perhaps it is her vision blurring.
She does not care.
She is tired.
She is so tired.
Addie cannot stay awake, and why should she try?
Sleep is such a mercy.
Perhaps she will wake again in the spring, like the princess in one of her father's stories, and find herself lying in the grassy bank along the Sarthe, Estele nudging her with a worn shoe and teasing her for dreaming again.”
Source: The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue