A Quote by Bria Vinaite

I've gone days without sleeping. — © Bria Vinaite
I've gone days without sleeping.
When I was young I just regarded not sleeping as a fantastic way to pack more into my days. I always reasoned that life's so short, it seemed crazy to waste it sleeping.
If I go three days without vocalizing, the voice is gone.
The poisonous serpent of afflictions is sleeping in your mind; just as if a black viper were asleep in your room. You must use the hook of precepts to quickly remove it. When the sleeping snake is gone, then you can rest at ease.
Gone are the days of just containing through the middle, gone are the days of just soaking up pressure. You've got to be able to take wickets.
I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
When I remember something which I had, But which is gone, and I must do without, I sometimes wonder how I can be glad, Even in cowslip time when hedges sprout; It makes me sigh to think on it,--but yet My days will not be better days, should I forget.
Sometimes I might be sleepy, and sometimes I've literally been sleeping backstage, woken up, gone straight on stage or gone crazy. It's not like I psyche myself; I don't do any of that.
Israel’s days without Jerusalem, Judea and Samaria, and the Gaza Strip are gone and will not return.
Israel's days without Jerusalem, Judea and Samaria and the Gaza Strip are gone and will not return.
Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling Old Black Joe.
I have stood aside to see the phantoms of those days go by me. They are gone, and I resume the journey of my story.’ (David Copperfield) “But all that night he lay awake because the phantoms of those days were not gone. Like the tiny, terrible holes in the prophylactics, the phantoms of those days were not easy to detect—and their meaning was unknown—but they were there.
I love my family. I came home the other days. My brother's passed-out on the couch, holding an empty bottle of sleeping pills. So I called the paramedics, and they pumped his stomach, and I think he's learned his lesson: you know, never to take my last two sleeping pills.
I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.
As you get older, the days have gone, and the years have gone, and it's 'whoosh!'
As you get older, the days have gone, and the years have gone, and it's 'whoosh!
When the sleeping snake is gone, then you can rest at ease.
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