Quotes About Insomnia

He's not doing well with this sleep deprivation. There's a reason it's used as a tool of torture. But still, everyone I know is trying to sleep less. Insomnia as a badge of honor. Proof that you are paying attention.

Ben se ha quedado despierto hasta muy tarde afilando los lápices que ha encontrado debajo del sofá. Ha guardado los más bonitos para mí. Me gusta llevarlos en la mochila. Sobre todo, este lápiz rojo que creía que ya no iba a volver.

A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud is and I cannot say.

Aquellos que traicionan sus sueños pueden morir de insomnio.

Sleeplessness is a desert without vegetation or inhabitants.

He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

I heard them laugh. I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep. It was not necessary to read any more. I could shut my eyes without getting the wheeling sensation. But i could not sleep. There is no reason why because it is dark you should look at things differently from when it is light. The hell there isn't! I figured that all out once, and for six months I never slept with the electric light off. That was another bright idea. To hell with women, anyway. To hell with you, Brett Ashley.

With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.

Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

Those of us prone to sleeplessness can always tell. We can read the great curve of the night as it arcs toward day. We've lived every minute of every dark hour in excruciating detail.

I made over forty Westerns. I used to lie awake nights trying to think up new ways of getting on and off a horse.

I get up about four times a night and go back to sleep, or not. Then I swill tea around 8 a.m. I answer e-mail, while I stall thinking about whatever scares me.

Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.

If a woman gets insomnia, you never know where you're going to find her furniture the next morning. It's primal. We have so little we can control, but we can perfect the way our room looks.

I've lived with insomnia for many years, but I'm making it a priority to address my sleep problems.

I'm a terrible sleeper because I work all the time. I stay up late almost every night working, whether it's on a TV or live show. I come up with new ideas, do research, watch loads of TED talks, or find psychology articles.

When I can't sleep, I'll start thinking about how many shows I've done, count up the number of television shows and movies.

My insomnia stretched to months. When I did sleep, it was with the aid of a pill, but even that did not prevent the nightmares

Sleep was like sex. The less you had, the more you craved it, and Tracy Crosswhite hadn't had much of either lately.

It was four in the morning, the hopeless hour when shivering insomniacs inhabit a world of hollow shadow, and existence seems frail and strange.

You lie in my insomniac arms, as if you drank sleep like coffee.

Something was in the air tonight, and whatever it might be, it was keeping sleep at bay.

My sheets had never been so clean as they had in the past few months. I hardly got them on again before something else happened and I was feverishly ripping them off and stuffing them in the wash with double amounts of soap and all the extra buttons pushed: extra wash, extra rinse, extra water, extra spin, extra protection against things that go bump in the night.

She had had insomnia badly when she was fresh from Home.... She had had only occasional bad nights since then. Bad? she thought. Why bad? I rarely feel much the worse the next day, except for a sort of moral irritability that seems to go with the feeling that I ought to have spent all those silent hours asleep.