Quotes About Insomnia

Maybe the mad don't need to sleep. Maybe their insanity is all they require to sustain them.

As Jebel tried in vain to fall asleep, he became aware of a small clicking noise. He turned and looked at the woman. Her robe was raised above her knees and she was scratching at a wound on her thigh. She had worked her way through to the bone and was picking at it with her nails.

How do you feel? Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober.

I would know that in any city, at an hour like this, there are people sleeping. That most people are sleeping. But that in any city, in any cluster of people, there are a few people who are awake at this hour, who are both awake and dancing, and it's here that we need to be. That if we are living as we were this week, that we had to be awake with the people who were still dancing.

room. It was four a.m. and he had not yet been to sleep.

Katie James kept waking up. It was nothing unusual; it was just how she was. A noise here, an internal thought there, a nightmare that seemed so real she could touch it, kept hammering away. She finally rose, got some water and settled in an armchair, flicked on a reading light, and picked up the latest Lee Child thriller.

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic, and a dyslexic.' 'I give.' 'You get somebody who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.

I'm going to propose that I tell you a joke, Boo, on the condition that afterward you shush and let me sleep.' 'Is it a good one?' 'Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic, and a dyslexic.' 'I give.' 'You get somebody who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...

Infected minds to their deaf pillows will discharge their secrets.

cayó en la melancolía, luego en la inapetencia, de allí en el insomnio, de éste en el abatimiento, más tarde en el delirio y, por esta fatal pendiente, en la locura, que ahora le hace desvariar y que todos lamentamos.

one of the most unendurable aspects of such an interlude was the inability to sleep (...) the disruption of normal sleep patterns is a notoriously devastating feature of depression (...). It had become clear that I would never be granted even a few minutes' relief from my full-time exhaustion.

Why must you plague me with these questions in the middle of the night?

Amar es soñar con mares en mitad de un largo insomnio.

Desde cuándo los sentimientos meramente irracionales precisan de razones para joderle a uno la existencia? Amar es soñar con mares en mitad de un largo insomnio

It just isn't bearable to be fully awake.

That's the kind of thing, if you get to thinking about, that could wake you in the middle of night. I didn't want my nights to have any middles.

That's the kind of thing that will wake you up in the middle of the night. I don't want to have a night with any middle

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

I also turn to homeopathic remedies for the treatment of indigestion, travel sickness, insomnia and hay fever just to name a few. Homeopathy offers a safe, natural alternative that causes no side effects or drug interactions.

Living is like being tired and not being able to sleep.

Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.

Sleeplessness kept claiming her nights, and she used books as shields against the onslaught of her abstract terrors.