Quotes About Insomnia

Needless to say they were usually sleep-deprived.

Although I accepted her thanks graciously and felt good about it in the moment, I had trouble sleeping that night. To this day, I still can't understand why.

Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.

too often, the only escape is sleep

I have lost my rhythm. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I have been robbed of my filth.

I'm not a morning person, I just do my best worrying when I should be asleep.

I'm a bed monster.

Days were tough to pass. So, I used to work out in the mornings and sleep during the day. I turned day into night, night into day.

Margaret was not dreaming nor was she quite asleep, although the moon looking at her face believed she was. She was experiencing the thing insomniacs dread-- not being awake but the ticky-tacky thoughts that fill in the space where sleep ought to be. Rags and swatches; draincloths and crumpled paper napkins. Old griefs and embarrassments; jealousies and offense. Just common ignoble scraps not deep enough for dreaming and not light enough to dismiss.

Staring in the darkness, trying to sleep. My body was aching with tiredness. My limbs were numb. My sightless eyes were crazed with light/ I was dying of oblivion, but it wouldn't come. I didn't think I've ever sleep again.

I'm going to get even, I swear I will. Mark my words, I'm a pregnant cranky woman with insomnia. I have time to plot my revenge.

I'm an insomniac lately. It's one of the many prizes you find in the Cracker Jack box of a crumbling [relationship]

No sé cuántas horas estuve sin dormir, con los ojos abiertos y resecos recogiendo todos los dolores que pululaban, vivos como gusanos, en las entrañas de la casa.

I scroll through my own stories in my phone, the ones I write when I can't sleep, when I think about her, about what the fuck happened, when I make like Alvy Singer and try to correct it all with my imagination.

It's not the content of out dreams that gives our second heart its dark color; it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come. And those are the things we never tell anyone at all.

It's not the content of our dreams that gives our second heart its dark color; it's the thoughts that go through our heads in those wakeful moments when sleep won't come. And those are the things we never tell anyone at all.

I have never been much at nonverbal communication. Additionally, I don't have much of an attention span, and what I lack in patience I make up for in ambivalence and an inability to sleep.

When a man can't sleep, he won't let anybody else sleep either. If he doesn't go off to dreamland the moment his head hits the pillow, he gets frightfully annoyed and won't stay in bed.

I need to sleep, but fear to dream.

Ko u Sarajevu provodi no? budan u krevetu, taj može da ?uje glasove sarajevske no?i.

Marissa could not get comfortable in her bed. No matter which way she turned or where she put the pillows, she was irritated. Somehow, her mattress had been filled with rocks, and her sheets had turned into sandpaper

I just won't sleep, I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.

I just won't sleep," I decided. There were so many other interesting things to do.

The song 'Tyler Durden' is about the movie 'Fight Club,' so obviously, it's not a personal experience, but I love that song. It's my favorite song.