Quotes About Insomnia

I wake in the night. Or sometimes I don't wake in the night. It hardly seems to make a difference.

She can't catch on to slumber, the relief of oblivion.

Llorar de amor, de hastío, de alegría. Llorar de frac, de flato, de flacura. Llorar improvisando, de memoria. ¡Llorar todo el insomnio y todo el día!

De nada sirve que nos tapemos las orejas. Los comentarios, las risitas irónicas, los cascotes que caen de no se sabe dónde, nos atormentan en tal forma los minutos del día y del insomnio, que nos dan ganas de suicidarnos nuevamente.

It has long been said that breathing becomes well regulated, blood circulation becomes normalized, the abdomen becomes filled with energy in a way that creates self-composure, and insomnia can be cured as the result of zazen. The unprecedented research of Professor Kasamatsu has succeeded in demonstrating theses empirical effects scientifically.

Seguía escrupulosamente los horarios de las Bolsas y las variaciones del Mercado de Valores. Así entretenía mis insominos. Era bastante asocial. La música me emocionaba. Era lo único que distraía la tristeza y los sedimentos de los días y su recuerdo.

People who aren't asleep when Ruby comes around have to take sleeping pills. Everyone is afraid of those pills- even the substance- abuse guests.

Those were the worst memories. Precious and perfect. Sharp as a mouthful of glass. I lay in bed, clenched into a trembling knot, unable to sleep, unable to turn my mind to other things, unable to stop myself from remembering again. And again. And again

Tenía la cabeza y el corazón cansados. Y aún así, el sueño no venía.

I doubted that I would be able to sleep. There were too many things to digest, too many images churning in my mind, but the moment my head touched the pillow, I began to lose consciousness. I felt as if I'd been clubbed, as if my skull had been crushed by a stone. Some stories are too terrible, perhaps, and the only way to let them into you is to escape, to turn your back on them and steal off into the darkness.

Em eterno sobressalto dorme a cabeca que usa a coroa

The labels on the little bottles and boxes do not tell you which one is the sleeping pill. Instead they have names, long strange names that slide out of shape while you are reading them. They sound like kings from history or alien planets. There are hundreds of them.

Twelve hours of work and I still can't sleep.Days go on and on... They don't end.

I lay awake for the balance of the night letting my dream shatter into indecipherable pieces the way dreams do.

That night sleep escaped the king; so he ordered the Book of Records, the Chronicles, to be brought in and read to him.