Quotes About Insomnia

When you're not sleeping, you're not thinking straight.

I have sleepless nights before press days.

I never ever slept again after my first pregnancy.

I am convinced that during bouts of insomnia, I have sometimes slept without knowing it.

When I was 15 or 16 - I slept really well then. Now I sleep on a bed of anxiety-tipped nails.

My mother never slept.

I don't sleep much. I think it's hereditary. My mom doesn't sleep. My dad never slept. My naps are definitely when I get the most sleep. I'm a big napper - that's when I get most of my sleep.

I used to stay up at night and sneak into the TV room, past my parents, who were asleep, to watch Saturday Night's 'Main Event.' That's how I started watching SNL. On accident.

Insomnia is a very prevalent issue. It's a women's health issue, and I chose to talk about it because so many people have experienced it to varying degrees. For me, I'm doing great now, but it took a lot of work to figure out how to get back to sleep. I had to change some of my habits. I developed some pretty bad sleep ritual habits.

I've dreamed a lot, but i'm not a very good sleeper.

Would it make you feel better if I had a panic attack? Jane sat on the couch and suppressed a small yawn. I mean, it's almost four in the morning and a little early for a panic attack, but I can try to muster up the energy to fake one.

And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend them, so in the end no words were precise, their meanings were obliterated, their meaning lost, they turned into trash, chaff, dust, sand; prowling through his brain, tearing at his head, they were his insomnia, his illness.

water sleeps, and enemy is sleepless.' Who

She needed so badly to sleep, but could not quiet the chaos in her head.

A song will keep going round in my brain and keep me awake.

What keeps me up at night? Anxiety. Anxiety, the inability to go to sleep, it's quite literally that.

You can't imagine the white-hot fury someone who can't sleep has toward the beautiful dreamer beside him.

Hundreds of our old neighbors, friends, coworkers, and teachers are new insomniacs. They file for dream bankruptcy, appeal for Slumber Corps aid, wait to be approved for a sleep donor. It is a special kind of homelessness, says our mayor, to be evicted from your dreams. I believe our mayor is both genuinely concerned for his insomniac constituency, and also pandering to a powerfully desperate new voting block.

We've been working out of our tin can for half a decade. Nobody suggests moving into a brick-and-mortar office; nobody wants to peer through glass windows, in a building with a foundation, and admit that the insomnia emergency is now a permanent condition.

But mostly it's because my head's too full. So I have to keep thinking until it's empty, and then I can go to sleep.

If I couldn't sleep, I could read.

Evelyn was an insomniac so when they say she died in her sleep, you have to question that.

The hotel has turned into a supermarket of sleep.

Is I the insomniac's question? Are you a dendrite or a dream? Between oblivion and affection, which one is fear and which protection?