A Quote by Rufus Wainwright

I'm hyper light-sensitive and must sleep in the equivalent of a sealed tomb. — © Rufus Wainwright
I'm hyper light-sensitive and must sleep in the equivalent of a sealed tomb.
He said I was the most sensitive person he had ever seen- that I belonged to the hyper-hyper type and we rarely survive!
Sleep is the secret of life! I must have a comfortable bed, a room at exactly 60 degrees, and complete darkness like a tomb to sleep. If I don't get 10 hours, then I'm miserable and I make everyone around me miserable.
Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.
Brain cells are normally not sensitive to light. So by introducing light-sensitive proteins into specific types of neurons, we can now selectively control that specific type of neuron by shining light in the brain.
The years thunder by, The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.
There is the idea that, when we look at things, it is the yellow light that helps us the most, that we are the most sensitive for. But our circadian rhythms, which are the rhythms that help us to wake and sleep and be alert and relaxed and so forth and so on, they are much more triggered by blue light.
If you look up in the night sky and see this light that's flashing colors, that's Sirius. It's a star system, and it looks like there's a party going on. What I like to believe in my dreams and imagination is, there's some of us on Earth that come from there, indigos and star seeds, who are hyper ­sensitive to feelings and ­seasons.
With such evidence, as well as the sealed doorway between the two guardian statues of the King, the mystery gradually dawned upon us. We were but in the anterior portion of a tomb.
The fact is, brethren, we must have conversion work here. We cannot go on as some churches do without converts. We cannot, we will not, we must not, we dare not. Souls must be converted here, and if there be not many born to Christ, may the Lord grant to me that I may sleep in the tomb and be heard no more. Better indeed for us to die than to live, if souls be not saved.
I am a tomb robber who is robbing my own tomb. Things from my tomb are exhibited under the radiant sun. Every time it happens I feel crude.
Love can do all but raise the Dead I doubt if even that From such a giant were withheld Were flesh equivalent But love is tired and must sleep, And hungry and must graze And so abets the shining Fleet Till it is out of gaze.
I don't really like scary movies. I don't seek them out. I'm very sensitive and impressionable. I'm the kind of person who will sleep with the light on for a week if I get really scared.
As a child, I was hyper, I was a clown and I was sensitive. Today I'm all of the above, except I've refrained from bouncing off the walls.
Souls must be converted here, and if there be not many born to Christ, may the Lord grant to me that I may sleep in the tomb and be heard of no more. Better indeed for us to die than to live, if souls be not saved.
I feel like, as a female, I am maybe hyper-sensitive to feeling pushed into a corner or somebody taking a song a different way.
Come for your revenge at last, elf?" Royce stepped forward. He looked down at Thranic and then around the room. "How could I top possibly top this? Sealed alive in a tomb of rock. My only regret is that I had nothing to do with it
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