Quotes About Insomnia

I couldn't sleep. Of course I couldn't. I had a whole universe to worry about.

I'd had another disturbed night as I walked up and down the corridors of my mind, a mêlée of thoughts spinning on discordant cerebral hamster-wheels as they conspired to keep my brain alert but unproductive.

Extreme fatigue causes insomnia, and insomnia is the cause of unhappiness

I'm so exhausted and yet I feel like I'll never sleep again.

I can't sleep at night. Can you?

Mia's mother, Nonna Celia, is to blame for that, because she's a prophet of doom. Every time I'd ask her if we could go someplace the next day or next week, her reply would be, "We might not live that long." If I'd say, "See you tomorrow," her answer would be, "If that's what God wants." Leaving so much to fate has kept me an insomniac for most of my life...

I wrote it for insomniacs at three in the morning who were wondering how they'd get through the next day. And I wrote it for my past self, that girl who promised herself she'd write a book someday.

Four Rules of Sleep Conditioning:4658 Go to bed only when you're sleepy. Only use the bed for sleep (and sex). No reading, eating, or screen time. If you can't fall asleep within fifteen to twenty minutes or so, get up, leave the bedroom, and don't go back until you're sleepy again. Repeat as necessary. Get up at the same time every morning no matter how little sleep you have had.

Kiwi is one of the fruits I've prescribed to my patients with insomnia (two an hour before bedtime appears to significantly improve sleep onset, duration, and efficiency)

When I can't sleep, every wrong I've ever committed slips in through the cracks in the doors and windows like the ghosts in Poltergeist.

Oh, law! This morning I look one day older than God and a year younger than water! Last night I didn't close my eyes. At five o'clock this morning I was still awake in my bed, turning and tossing and thinking about Big D." "Dallas?" "Dying, precious—Big D is death.

I tried to go back to sleep, but my mind was racing racing racing. Only I wasn't really thinking about anything specific. It was just this stream of words and half thoughts, like there were a thousand different channels in my brain and someone was flipping through them one after the next.

What kind of idiot bird sings in the middle of the night?... I wish it'd shut up and let me sleep! - Pirra

Loneliness, insomnia, and change: the fear of these is even worse than the reality.

Without a wink of sleep.

In the middle of the night, waiting for daylight feels like forever, a forever where you're stuck going over every bad thought in your head with a fine-tooth comb.

La vida duele. Cada movimiento que hago está equivocado y cada palabra mía es errónea. Y cada uno de esos errores se paga caro… Entre nosotros, allá, el futuro es como un insomnio infinito, y el hombre es como un caracol; deja su pasado baboso tras de sí como una huella transparente y carga el futuro sobre su espalda como una concha de caracol en la que se ovilla cada noche para pernoctar…

I want you to talk to me so I can go to sleep. I cannot sleep anymore, Solomon. I do not know why, but I cannot sleep anymore.

Cannabis's use as a treatment for a variety of illnesses helped it spread from ancient Asia throughout the world. The plant consistently appeared in pharmacopoeia and folk medicine as a treatment for pain, seizure, muscle spasm, poor appetite, nausea, insomnia, asthma, and depression.

Only by recalling a dream is an insomniac sure he's slept.

1. The ego poeticizes illusion. 2. Genius is the subjective empathy of comfort. 3. Despair is a coma of illusion. 4. Selfishness tries to materialize to give it the matter of illusion, meaning then in reality which is an infinite emptiness. 5. Insomnia of insight, you will comprehend the endless emptiness of life. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Loving my Poet as I do, though, I try hard to understand what a poet is. The first clue lies in the fact that my Poet—every poet—is an insomniac. My own reads or wanders about our apartment for the best part of most nights. She told me she often feels she would give up every poem she's ever written for one good night's sleep.

I couldn't sleep." "Bad dreams?" "No dreams." It was a husky whisper. "That was the problem.

Now, on nights that I can't sleep, I play video games alone until the morning.