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1. "Ring aroung the roses, the body decomposes.hush, hush, hush, hush we'll all tumble downdown, down into the deep. Give the twids our souls to keep.silent slumber on the web, ne'er to raise a restless headand if we wake the first will come, and sing us back to sleep as onehush,hush, hush, hush, we'll all tumble downif we fail to find our rest, sister two will raid our nest.she'll make us live as broken toys, discarded by the girls and boys.and no more rest will ever be for we'll be locked in miseryHush, hush, hush, hush we're all slumbered down"
Author: A.G. Howard
2. "Ever peaceful be you slumberThough your days were few in numberOn this earth-spite took its toll-Yet shall heaven have your soulWith pure love we did regard youFor your loved one did we guard youBut you came not to the groomOnly to a chill dark tomb"
Author: Alexander Pushkin
3. "I was feeling all fertile and blossoming there for a second. And now I just feel like me, on earth. I was floating a little bit there before. I was like a very small version of a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon. I was puffy and needed handlers. I was lumbering through the air, a couple inches off the ground. I was veering toward lampposts."
Author: Amy Fusselman
4. "When sudden deforestation and depopulation occur together, that's how you know a time-traveling lumberjack has crossed paths with his family tree."
Author: Bauvard
5. "Every actor is somewhat mad, or else he'd be a plumber or a bookkeeper or a salesman."
Author: Bela Lugosi
6. "I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on."
Author: Christina Rossetti
7. "Golden head by golden head,Like two pigeons in one nestFolded in each other's wings,They lay down in their curtained bed:Like two blossoms on one stem,Like two flakes of new-fall'n snow,Like two wands of ivoryTipped with gold for awful kings.Moon and stars gazed in at them,Wind sang to them lullaby,Lumbering owls forbore to fly,Not a bat flapped to and froRound their rest:Cheek to cheek and breast to breastLocked together in one nest."
Author: Christina Rossetti
8. "Livia came close to kiss the baby's head and then Blake's lips. "Thank you.""For burping him?" Blake leaned forward to kiss her forehead.She shook her head. "For fighting for this. For us. Every day.""It's an honor, Mrs. Hartt." Blake shifted back to his easy sway, keeping the baby locked in his slumber."
Author: Debra Anastasia
9. "Western doctors are like poor plumbers. They treat a splashing tube by cleaning up the water. These plumbers are extremely apt at drying up the water, constantly inventing new, expensive, and refined methods of drying up water. Somebody should teach them how to close the tap."
Author: Denis Parsons Burkitt
10. "She could smell the sea in the air, but more than that, she could smell the scent of the grass as it awoke from its winter slumber. She could hear the sound of crickets as they sang to the emerging stars. It was springtime on the North Island. It was springtime for the world."
Author: Diana Peterfreund
11. "I was in a kind of no-man's-land, a place between places. The mind plays all sorts of trucks, gets up to all kinds of things while we ourselves are slumbering in a white zone that looks for all the world like inattention to the onlooker."
Author: Diane Setterfield
12. "In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed."
Author: Edgar Allan Poe
13. "Love is not all: It is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain,Nor yet a floating spar to men that sinkand rise and sink and rise and sink again.Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breathNor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;Yet many a man is making friends with deatheven as I speak, for lack of love alone.It well may be that in a difficult hour,pinned down by need and moaning for releaseor nagged by want past resolution's power,I might be driven to sell your love for peace,Or trade the memory of this night for food.It may well be. I do not think I would."
Author: Edna St. Vincent Millay
14. "Rest," he whispers against my temple, and despite my sleepiness, the feel of his lips moving across my skin makes me shiver. "I'll be here when you wake up.""Oh, God," I mumble, sliding my arm over Eli's chest and snuggling close. "Have we become that old couple that doesn't have sex anymore?"Eli's chuckle rumbles against my ear. "We had sex this morning.""Okay," I say already being pulled into slumber."
Author: Elle Jasper
15. "They again kissed each other and fell asleep. The patch of light on the ceiling now seemed to be assuming the shape of a terrified eye, that stared wildly and fixedly upon the pale, slumbering couple who reeked with crime beneath their very sheets, and dreamt they could see a rain of blood falling in big drops, which turned into golden coins as they plashed upon the floor."
Author: Émile Zola
16. "Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack."
Author: Gayle Forman
17. "With every morn my life afresh must breakThe crust of self, gathered about me fresh;That thy wind-spirit may rush in and shakeThe darkness out of me, and rend the meshThe spider-devils spin out of the flesh-Eager to net the soul before it wake,That it may slumberous lie, and listen to the snake.George MacDonald"
Author: George MacDonald
18. "Ser Cleos raised a shout. When Jaime looked up, Brienne was lumbering along the clifftop well ahead of them, having cut across a finger of land while they were following the bend in the river. She threw herself off the rock, and looked almost graceful as she folded into a dive. It would have been ungracious to hope that she would smash her head on a stone."
Author: George R.R. Martin
19. "The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!"
Author: H.P. Lovecraft
20. "By the time I was 9, I had the conviction that everybody in the world was an artist except plumbers or people who delivered groceries."
Author: Jacques Barzun
21. "The ChairI'm writing to you, who made the archaic wooden chairlook like a throne while you sat on it.Amidst your absence, I choose to sit on the floor,which is dusty as a dry Kansas day.I am stoic as a statue of Buddha,not wanting to bother the old wooden chair,which has been silent now for months.In this sunlit moment I think of you.I can still picture you sitting there--your forehead wrinkled like an un-ironed shirt,the light splashed on your face,like holy water from St. Joseph's.The chair, with rounded curveslike that of a full-figured woman,seems as mellow as a monk in prayer.The breeze blows from beyond the curtains,as if your spirit has come back to rest.Now a cloud passes overhead,and I hush, waiting to hear what restsso heavily on the chair's lumbering mind.Do not interrupt, even if the wind offers to carryyour raspy voice like a wispy cloud."
Author: Jarod Kintz
22. "His question is pretty dangerous for me to try to answer, so I don't—it continues to hang out there like the stained underwear at a slumber party that goes unclaimed."
Author: Jen Naumann
23. "Daemon's gaze slipped from his brother to me then back to his brother. "Are we having a slumber party? And I'm not invited?"
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout
24. "A newspaper is lumber made malleable. It is ink made into words and pictures. It is conceived, born, grows up and dies of old age in a day."
Author: Jim Bishop
25. "...we have entertained ourselves with the pornography of violence and inflamed passions that might otherwise have slumbered..."
Author: John Geddes
26. "Still, he could feel a fine cord stretched between them, a thin luminous fiber that ran from his chest all the way across the continent and forked into theirs. Never before had he lived through a fever without his mother; when he'd been sick in Debrecen she'd taken the train to be with him. Never had he finished a year at school without knowing that soon he'd be home with his father, working beside him in the lumberyard and walking through the fields with him in the evening. Now there was another filament, one that linked him to Klara. And Paris was her home, this place thousands of kilometers from his own. He felt the stirring of a new ache, something like homesickness but located deeper in his mind; it was an ache for the tie when his heart had been a simple and satisfied thing, small as the green apples that grew in his father's orchard."
Author: Julie Orringer
27. "Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it had to be carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof, which made one room; and this room contained a rusty looking cookstove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner, and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no garret at all, and no cellar—except a small hole dug in the ground, called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole."
Author: L. Frank Baum
28. "Her eyes opened then. They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss."I felt you," she whispered, a smile tilting her moist lips. "Watching me. Should I feel you watching me?"Was she asleep or awake?"Of course." He found the growl building in his throat. "Every time I look at you, baby, I touch you."
Author: Lora Leigh
29. "Dear FranI'm watching you sleep. You are sucking your thumb. (We're going to need to talk about this.) I can't pretend you look like a delicately slumbering princess, because you don't. Apart from the thumb business you are twitching around like a ferret and about ten minutes ago you pulled the entire duvet over yourself and left me with nothing. But I've never loved you more than I do right now. I love you so much. I hope we can have a life together. There's so much I want to say to you. Please wake up soon.Freddy x"
Author: Lucy Robinson
30. "Her eyes were met with nothing more than trees; their leaves, a symphony of color: reds, oranges, and golds as nature pushed forward into the slumber of winter."
Author: M.S. Willis
31. "Cox shrugged. "if that's what it takes to get laid, then I'm a fuckinin'poet. Other times I'm a fuckin' accountant. Or a plumber. Sometime's a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."
Author: Madeline Sheehan
32. "It was the simplest of acts, the smallest of gestures, yet no one had taken the time to do something kind for her in a very long time. No one had made her feel special. Unbeknownst to her, a single, unfamiliar tear fell down her cheek as her worn and wounded body fell into a deep, safe slumber."
Author: Madison Thorne Grey
33. "Wishing for things could sometimes call them forth. Wishing to study could incite a desire to do so, stimulate an interest. Reading about a region could pique interest in it, make you want to travel there and experience it. But passion could not be piped forth, could not be lured from its den by any known device or trick. It seemed to have a stubborn, independent life of its own, slumbering when it would be convenient for it to dance, springing forth when there was no reason for it, nowhere for it to spend itself."
Author: Margaret George
34. "Baclli swarm within my portalsSuch as ne'r conceived by mortals,But, bred by scientists,Wise and hoary in some Olympian laboratory.Bacteria as large as miceWith feet of fire and heads of ice,Who never interrupt for slumberTheir stomping, elephantine rumba.( From the poem--- " The Common Cold " )"
Author: Ogden Nash
35. "She had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope."
Author: Pat Conroy
36. "All he had loved, and moulded into thought,From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound,Lamented Adonais. Morning soughtHer eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound,Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground,Dimmed the aerial eyes that kindle day;Afar the melancholy thunder moaned,Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay,And the wild winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay."
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
37. "Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few."
Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
38. "I wanted to be a plumber."
Author: Robert Goulet
39. "...That insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him, and deposed him out of life."
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson
40. "By using two elephants to do the job, damage will occur just because of how large, lumbering, and unsubtle elephants are. They squash the flowers in the process of entering the playground, they strew leftovers and garbage all over the place from the frequent snacks they must eat while balancing the seesaw, they wear out the seesaw faster, and so on. This is equivalent to a pattern of stress-related disease that will run through many of the subsequent chapters: it is hard to fix one major problem in the body without knocking something else out of balance (the very essence of allostasis spreading across systems throughout the body). Thus, you may be able to solve one bit of imbalance brought on during stress by using your elephants (your massive levels of various stress hormones), but such great quantities of those hormones can make a mess of something else in the process. And a long history of doing this produces wear and tear throughout the body, termed allostatic load."
Author: Robert M. Sapolsky
41. "Art is original. Marcel Duchamp was an artist when he pioneered Dadaism and installed a urinal in a museum.The second person to install a urinal wasn't an artist, he was a plumber."
Author: Seth Godin
42. "Come then, come with us, out into the night. Come now, America the lovesick, America the timid, the blessed, the educated, come stalk the dark backroads and stand outside the bright houses, calm as murderers in the yard, quiet as deer. Come, you slumberers, you lumps, arise from your legion of sleep and fly. Come, all you dreamers, all you zombies, all you monsters. What are you doing anyway, paying the bills, washing the dishes, waiting for the doorbell? Come on, take your keys, leave the bowl of candy on the porch, put on the suffocating mask of someone else and breathe. Be someone you don't love so much, for once. Listen: like the children, we only have one night."
Author: Stewart O'Nan
43. "The world rides through space on the back of a turtle. This is one of the great ancient world myths, found wherever men and turtles were gathered together; the four elephants were an Indo-European sophistication. The idea has been lying in the lumber rooms of legend for centuries. All I had to do was grab it and run away before the alarms went off.There are no maps. You can't map a sense of humour. Anyway, what is a fantasy map but a space beyond which There Be Dragons? On the Discworld we know There Be Dragons Everywhere. They might not all have scales and forked tongues, but they Be Here all right, grinning and jostling and trying to sell you souvenirs."
Author: Terry Pratchett
44. "Oft in the stilly night,Ere Slumber's chain has bound me,Fond memory brings the lightOf other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood years,The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shown Now dimmed and gone,The cheerful hearts now broken.(from When the Splendor Falls by Laurie McBain)"
Author: Thomas Moore
45. "Nestlé into the feathers of the ravens wings while it takes flight to deliver you safely past slumber & into your space of dreams."
Author: Truth Devour
46. "Daniel squeezes my shoulder and gently kisses my cheek, then my lips. "You're wondering how I could agitate you to no end one night, and the next you find me attractive?" I nod slowly. "You didn't, like... do something, did you?" Solemnly, he nods. "I'm afraid I did, fledge." He straightens up, trying to look dignified despite his nudity. "I removed my clothing in front of you, causing you to stare agape at my body and more than likely realize that you desire a man's touch." He kneels before me, taking my hand to touch his forehead. "Forgive me, please, for the horrific transgression of arousing your loins from their deep slumber, good sir."
Author: Vaughn R. Demont
47. "Somehow I have been stunned. Stand back!Give me a little time beyond my cuffed head and slumbers and dreams and gaping,I discover myself on the verge of the usual mistake."
Author: Walt Whitman
48. "All that tread, the globe are but a handful to the tribes, that slumber in its bosom."
Author: William C. Bryant
49. "And George Farr had the town, the earth, the world to himself and his sorrow. Music came faint as a troubling rumor beneath the spring night, sweetened by distance: a longing knowing no ease. (Oh God, oh God!) At last George Farr gave up trying to see her. He had 'phoned vainly and time after time, at last the telephone became the end in place of the means: he had forgotten why he wanted to reach her. Finally he told himself that he hated her, that he would go away; finally he was going to as much pains to avoid her as he had been to see her. So he slunk about the streets like a criminal, avoiding her, feeling his his very heart stop when he did occasionally see her unmistakable body from a distance. And at night he lay sleepless and writhing to think of her, then to rise and don a few garments and walk past her darkened house, gazing in slow misery at the room in which he knew she lay, soft and warm, in intimate slumber, then to return to home and bed to dream of her brokenly."
Author: William Faulkner
50. "Before us the thick dark current runs. It talks up to us in a murmur become ceaseless and myriad, the yellow surface dimpled monstrously into fading swirls travelling along the surface for an instant, silent, impermanent and profoundly significant, as though just beneath the surface something huge and alive waked for a moment of lazy alertness out of and into light slumber again."
Author: William Faulkner

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