Quotes About Sleeplessness

There is no bleaker moment in life of the city than that one which crosses the boundary lines between those who have not slept all night and those who are going to work. It was for Sabina as if two races of men and women lived on earth, the night people and the day people, never meeting face to face except at this moment.

Life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping.

At two-thirty I was wide awake. I knew there was no way I would fall back asleep, not for hours. I put on sweatpants and went downstairs to the computer room. The only light came from the Coke machine and the "Flying Through Space" screensaver. I put six dimes in the machine and a can tumbled out like a body falling down the stairs.

Yes," I answered. But I stayed awake for the rest of that long, dark night, wondering what such a dream could possibly mean.

Avui el cel és ja només ofec, buidor, ploguda nit al mar, al camp, dolenta mà. Com que no puc mai més dormir, faig del meu llit por de presó.

Insomnia, then, is not just a state of sleeplessness, a matter of negatives. It involves the active pursuit of sleep. It is a state of longing.

I began to experience, over the course of the next three months, full-blown insomnia. I'm not talking about the romantic kind, not the sweet sleeplessness one has when one is in love, anxiously awaiting the morn so one can rendezvous with a lover in an illicit gazebo. No, this was the torturous, clammy kind, when one's pillow slowly takes on the properties of a block of wood and one's sheets, the air of the Everglades.

Every moment everyone felt fear, nameless and omnipresent. They were as jumpy as men in a plague district. Any sudden sound, any unexplained footstep, any unfamiliar script on an envelope, made them startle; and for months they never felt secure enough to let themselves go, in complete sleep. And with the coming of fear went out their pride.

Three in the morning. I realize this second, then this one, then the next: I draw up the balance sheet for each minute. And why all this? Because I was born. It is a special type of sleeplessness that produces the indictment of birth.

What is that one crucifixion compared to the daily kind any insomniac endures?

Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture…

Characteristic of sickness to stay awake when everything sleeps, when everything is at rest, even the sick man.

Exist? o mare, o infinit? leg?tur? între insomnie ÅŸi disperare.

I don't have any words to describe the sensations that keep me from sleep. Demons, perhaps. A sense of unworthiness so staggering that I could not keep myself upright under its weight. And yet I could not sleep.

Life is a moment-to-moment struggle against hunger or cold or sleeplessness, against a sour stomach or an aching tooth.

At night when I can't sleep, I play blackjack online until I get tired or I lose my money.

I suppose I could call her . . . but for some reason these days dialing seven let alone eleven numbers feels like an infinite stretch. The phone's right in front of me but it's out of reach. When it rings at four AM I don't answer it. All I have to do is extend my hand but I can't run that far. Sleep never really arrives. Not even rest. There's no satisfaction anymore.

She waited for the suffocation of sleep.

The capital phenomenon, the most catastrophic disaster, is uninterrupted sleeplessness, that nothingness without release.

Honestly, I don't remember the last time I had a dream. I don't really sleep often enough to be able to have any dreams.

Insomniacs are exquisitely grateful for people to recognize their weariness.

I'm one of those people who lies awake all night and worries about all the horrible things that can go wrong, whether a comma was wrong.

Insomnia is a vertiginous lucidity that can convert paradise itself into a place of torture.

In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.