Quotes About Restlessness

I don't sleep well. I rehash everything in bed. The mind's still working.

I'm not a great sleeper. I try and do too many things every day. I think that I get very obsessive about parts and projects. I do let them kind of consume me, and when there's something on the horizon that I want to be involved in, I just kind of hurtle myself towards it.

I was sleeping in a water bed for a couple of years, recommended by my doctor. I was never comfortable in that water bed. In the middle of the night you would hear something happening - water and bubbles. I would always think there was some intelligent life in the water bed.

I never liked sleeping; I always think I am missing something.

I am too insecure to crash early. I feel life will pass me by while I'm sleeping.

I don't like sleeping in a bed.

I've gone days without sleeping.

I am convinced that during bouts of insomnia, I have sometimes slept without knowing it.

When I was 15 or 16 - I slept really well then. Now I sleep on a bed of anxiety-tipped nails.

My mother never slept.

This was in '79. I got pretty restless there, sitting around with a lot of people sitting around smoking cigarettes and talking about films, but nobody really doing anything.

I've dreamed a lot, but i'm not a very good sleeper.

Plus, a woman can only watch so much television and read so many books." She made

But his anxiety communicated itself to room 120, where the patient awakened and began to look for his head, and to room 118, where the unknown Master wrung his hands in agony, looking at the moon and recalling the bitter autumn night, the last of his life, the streak of light under the basement door, and the uncurled strands of hair. From room 118 the restlessness flew across the balcony to Ivan, and he awakened and began to cry. (181)

Whether I am a fool or a villain I know not; but this is certain, I am also most deserving of pity—perhaps more than she. My soul has been spoiled by the world, my imagination is unquiet, my heart insatiate. To me everything is of little moment. I become as easily accustomed to grief as to joy, and my life grows emptier day by day.

My soul has been spoiled by the world, my imagination is unquiet, my heart insatiate. To me everything is of little moment. I become as easily accustomed to grief as to joy, and my life grows emptier day by day. One expedient only is left to me—travel.

Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.

Jealousy is like a raging toothache. One cannot do anything when one is jealous, not even sit down. Once can only come and go. Back and forth.

Ljubomora ispunjava misli potpunije nego najstrastveniji intelektualni rad. U mislima ne ostaje niti jedan slobodan trenutak. Ljubomoran ?ovjek ne zna što je dosada. ... Ljubomora je kao strašna zubobolja. Ne dopušta ?oveku da radi, ni da sjedi. Tjera ga da hoda, tamo-amo, tamo-amo.

y, si caminaba, caminaba sólo porque el alma, llena de intranquilidad, exige movimiento y no es capaz de permanecer en el mismo sitio, porque cuando no se mueve empieza a doler terriblemente.

andava, e se andava era porque a alma, quando a inquietação a invade, exige movimento, não pode ficar no lugar, por quando fica imóvel a dor fica terrível

Sure my love is all crostLike a bud in the frostAnd there's no use at all in my going to bed,For 't is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head!

I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin.

I love men, the restlessness of their corrupted souls, the way they hide their heavy, murderous hearts, their sudden delicacies and small shocking acts of tenderness.