Quotes About Insomnia

All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. No matter how great my weariness, the wrench of parting with consciousness is unspeakably repulsive to me.

That tendency...to lie awake between the hours of two and four, when the chrysalis of faint misgiving becomes so readily the butterfly of panic.

But all life turns away from its own eventual hopelessness, leaving insomnia and its night to lovers and the dying.

At two-thirty I was wide awake. I knew there was no way I would fall back asleep, not for hours. I put on sweatpants and went downstairs to the computer room. The only light came from the Coke machine and the "Flying Through Space" screensaver. I put six dimes in the machine and a can tumbled out like a body falling down the stairs.

I couldn't think, couldn't reason. I certainly couldn't sleep reliably, or for long.

Insomnia" perhaps she's a daytime sleeper.

La notte era il momento peggiore. Si coricava, tentava di leggere un po', poi si rendeva conto che nulla di quanto leggeva le restava in testa; allora prendeva un sonnifero, spegneva la luce, cercava di riprodurre nella mente una musica che le piaceva, che la rassicurava. Ma la musica veniva subito spazzata via da una ridda feroce di ricordi e sensazioni, momenti passati con lui che si congelavano in scene salienti, come un fermo immagine di un film.

I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.

We want the news that is kept secret, the unsayable things that occur in the dark crevices of the mind on a night when insomnia visits. We want to know, I think, what it is like to be another person, because somehow this helps us position our own self in the world.

I think insomnia is a sign that a person is interesting.

One of the happy consequences of my brain is that I rarely sleep.

I remember I played Birmingham and I'd been awake for about a week and I was walking about like a raving lunatic.

I'm an insomniac, so my perfect reader is probably another insomniac.

I would not be able to sleep at night and I would practice my Grammys speech. That was definitely me.

Whatever we may say, all of us suffer from disturbed sleep at times. Some in truth hardly sleep, though some who sleep copiously swear that they do not. Some are disquieted by incessant dreams, and a fortunate few are visited often by dreams of delightful character. Some will say that they were at one time troubled in sleeping but have 'recovered' from it, as though awareness were a disease, as perhaps it is.

It was so hot we spent our waking hours dozing and our sleeping hours lying awake, trying to sleep.

When I'm trying to go to sleep and there are little noises, like a clock ticking or a fan squeaking, it drives me completely insane.

And suddenly you can't sleep, because your heart trusts your vision more than you.

I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read?

No one's on at my time but infomercials.

It's tough to go to sleep at night, and I wake up after five hours because I feel like I'm wasting time. I just sit up at night and think about what I can do next.

Che cos'è l'insonnia se non la maniaca ostinazione della nostra mente a fabbricare pensieri, ragionamenti, sillogismi e definizioni tutte sue, il suo rifiuto di abdicare di fronte alla divina incoscienza degli occhi chiusi o alla saggia follia dei sogni? L'uomo che non dorme - da qualche mese a questa parte ho fin troppe occasioni di constatarlo su me stesso - si rifiuta più o meno consapevolmente di affidarsi al flusso delle cose.

Insomnia is an enemy that attacks in many forms. Sometimes it shows up the moment I get into bed and lingers for a couple of hours. Other nights, it stays away until about 5 a.m. and then butts in and hangs around until twenty minutes before the alarm is due to go off. It's a full-time job, battling the fecker.

Who said nights were for sleep?