Quotes About Insomnia

Sleeplessness is like metaphysics. Be there.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

Some people are good at taking decisions. I am not one of them. Some people fall asleep quickly at night. I am not one of them either. It is 3 in the morning. I have tossed and turned in bed for two hours. I am to get married in fifteen hours. We have over 200 guests in the hotel, here to attend my grand destination

My only cure for writer's block is insomnia.

...most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!...

Advertisements at 1 a.m. are nauseating.

There would be nights when I would wake up and couldn't get back to sleep. So I would go downstairs and write. The staff had a pool going on how many pages of typing I would bring in here in the morning.

It's just so easy popping a pill—the quickest route to Sleepy Land. And now I won't be able to.

I stayed up all night reading.

Lately I've been falling asleep with my headphones on, the music paving over my thoughts.

Generally I can sleep any time, anywhere, any place, unless I'm anxious about work. I can get performance anxiety, so when I'm on tour it can be hard to sleep.

I hate dreaming because when you want to sleep, you want to sleep. Dreaming is work. Next thing you know, I have to build a go-cart with my ex-landlord.

I start work at 5 in the morning and I have a wicked insomnia problem.

I am not a great sleeper. I don't think I have ever slept 8 hours straight in the last 20 years.

But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.

Sometimes I have trouble sleeping. It's weird—I can feel exhausted but still, I just lie there wide awake, staring up into the dark with all sorts of ideas bombarding me like dead pelicans

After suffering another insomniac night, Nixon went to the Pentagon, where the Joint Chiefs showed him maps detailing where Communist forces occupied Cambodia.

And Sleep will not lie down, but walks Wild-eyed and cries to Time.

You don't have to pay me to tell you this but this a dream born of depression. That's all it is. So what do I do? No idea. Stay awake. Good idea.

Sometimes at night I lie awake and quarrel with the voices in my head.

I was too jitterbuggy happy to sleep, and the whole day kept playing in my brain's little screening room.

I'm up all night against my will My medicine won't let me feel anything at all The doctor gave me sleeping pills and I took one Then I feel all alone, sleeping like a stone.

He is long past sleep now. His mind has begun to work on the agenda that it sets for itself, and he knows that he will not be able to stop it.

She rolls over, abandoning this pointless parody of sleep. Gropes for her clothes. A small boy's black Fruit Of The Loom T-shirt, thoroughly shrunken, a thin gray V-necked pullover purchased by the half-dozen from a supplier to New England prep schools, and a new and oversized pair of black 501's, every trademark carefully removed. Even the buttons on these have been ground flat, featureless, by a puzzled Korean locksmith, in the Village, a week ago.