Insomnia Quotes


The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.

Insomnia    Night    Sleep

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?"
"I give."
"You get someone who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.

Infinite Jest

David Foster Wallace

Infinite Jest
Agnosticism    Dogs    Dyslexia    God    Humor    Insomnia    Pain

Mario, what do you get when you cross an insomniac, an unwilling agnostic and a dyslexic?"

"I give."

"You get someone who stays up all night torturing himself mentally over the question of whether or not there's a dog.

Agnosticism    Dogs    Dyslexia    God    Humor    Insomnia    Pain

I've always envied people who sleep easily. Their brains must be cleaner, the floorboards of the skull well swept, all the little monsters closed up in a steamer trunk at the foot of the bed.

City of Thieves

David Benioff

City of Thieves

I've got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts - you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn't do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.

I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.

The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.

That's the advantage of insomnia. People who go to be early always complain that the night is too short, but for those of us who stay up all night, it can feel as long as a lifetime. You get a lot done

N.P

Banana Yoshimoto

N.P

I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to. And I don't know how I got here. It's a strange place. It's a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.

Confusion    Death    Dreaming    Insomnia    Life    Lost    Place    Sleep

I think insomnia is a sign that a person is interesting.

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

Insanity    Insomnia    Reality    Sleep    Wake

It's a rare book that wins the battle against drooping eyelids.

Books    Drowsiness    Insomnia    Reading    Sleepy

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.

sleep is such a luxury, which i cant afford.

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

Henry IV, Part 2

William Shakespeare

Henry IV, Part 2

Insomnia is a variant of Tourette's--the waking brain races, sampling the world after the world has turned away, touching it everywhere, refusing to settle, to join the collective nod. The insomniac brain is a sort of conspiracy theorist as well, believing too much in its own paranoiac importance--as though if it were to blink, then doze, the world might be overrun by some encroaching calamity, which its obsessive musings are somehow fending off.

Motherless Brooklyn

Jonathan Lethem

Motherless Brooklyn
247    Insomnia    Sleep    Tourette s

In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.

I knew this feeling, the 2 a.m. loneliness that I'd practically invented.

This Lullaby

Sarah Dessen

This Lullaby

Oh God, midnight’s not bad, you wake and go back to sleep, one or two’s not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there’s hope, for dawn’s just under the horizon. But three, now, Christ, three A.M.! Doctors say the body’s at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow. You’re the nearest to dead you’ll ever be save dying. Sleep is a patch of death, but three in the morn, full wide-eyed staring, is living death! You dream with your eyes open. God, if you had strength to rouse up, you’d slaughter your half-dreams with buckshot! But no, you lie pinned to a deep well-bottom that’s burned dry. The moon rolls by to look at you down there, with its idiot face. It’s a long way back to sunset, a far way on to dawn, so you summon all the fool things of your life, the stupid lovely things done with people known so very well who are now so very dead – And wasn’t it true, had he read somewhere, more people in hospitals die at 3 A.M. than at any other time...

But [Pooh] couldn't sleep. The more he tried to sleep the more he couldn't. He tried counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh's honey, and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself, "Very good honey this, I don't know when I've tasted better," Pooh could bear it no longer.

Winnie-the-Pooh

Winnie the Pooh

Winnie-the-Pooh

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

I am strongly of the opinion that, after the age of twenty-one, a man ought not to be out of bed and awake at four in the morning. The hour breeds thought. At twenty-one, life being all future, it may be examined with impunity. But, at thirty, having become an uncomfortable mixture of future and past, it is a thing to be looked at only when the sun is high and the world full of warmth and optimism.

Age    Insomnia    Night    Youth

I'm an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

Brain    Insomnia    Mind    Non stop    Sleep    Sleepless

Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.

A Lion Among Men

Gregory Maguire

A Lion Among Men

When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.

Insomnia
I cannot get to sleep tonight.
I toss and turn and flop.
I try to count some fluffy sheep
while o'er a fence they hop.
I try to think of pleasant dreams
of places really cool.
I don't know why I cannot sleep -
I slept just fine at school.

The creak of bed springs suffering under the weight of a restless man is as lonely a sound as I know.

Sleep comes more easily than it returns.

Les Miserables

Victor Hugo

When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

Voyage au bout de la nuit

Louis-Ferdinand Céline

Voyage au bout de la nuit

When the black thing was at its worst, when the illicit cocktails and the ten-mile runs stopped working, I would feel numb as if dead to the world. I moved unconsciously, with heavy limbs, like a zombie from a horror film. I felt a pain so fierce and persistent deep inside me, I was tempted to take the chopping knife in the kitchen and cut the black thing out I would lie on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about that knife and using all my limited powers of self-control to stop myself from going downstairs to get it.

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

The seasonal urge is strong in poets. Milton wrote chiefly in winter. Keats looked for spring to wake him up (as it did in the miraculous months of April and May, 1819). Burns chose autumn. Longfellow liked the month of September. Shelley flourished in the hot months. Some poets, like Wordsworth, have gone outdoors to work. Others, like Auden, keep to the curtained room. Schiller needed the smell of rotten apples about him to make a poem. Tennyson and Walter de la Mare had to smoke. Auden drinks lots of tea, Spender coffee; Hart Crane drank alcohol. Pope, Byron, and William Morris were creative late at night. And so it goes.

Alcohol    Apple    Apples    April    Auden    Autumn    Burns    Byron    Coffee    De la mare    Fall    Hart crane    Insomnia    Keats    Longfellow    May    Milton    Morris    Night    Nocturnal    Poetry    Poets    Pope    Schiller    Season    Seasons    September    Shelley    Spender    Spring    Tea    Tennyson    Winter    Wordsworth    Writers    Writing

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.

Pnin

Vladimir Nabokov

Pnin
Fear    Insomnia    Insomniac    Left    Left handed    Pnin    Sleep    Vladimir nabokov    Wrist

The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep.

Cure    Insomnia    Sleep

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. 'Stop thinking', swig, 'empty your head', swig, 'now, seriously empty your head'.

Right now I can't even control my own imagination as it grips my hair and drags me into the dark

Unravel Me

Tahereh Mafi

Unravel Me

How do people go to sleep? I'm afraid I've lost the knack.

Sooner or later everything you thought you'd left behind comes around again. For good or ill, it comes around again.

Insomnia

Stephen King

Insomnia

Here, from her ashes you lay. A broken girl so lost in despondency that you know that even if she does find her way out of this labyrinth in hell, that she will never see, feel, taste, or touch life the same again.

Insomnia    Ptsd    Rape    Rape survivor    Reborn

Somewhere in the night a
human being is drowning.

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

Alone with thoughts of what should have long been forgotten, I let myself be carried away into the silent screams of delirium.

Insomnia    Ptsd    Rape

Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.

In the cradle a child is screaming.

An old man sits over his death, and anyone

young enough talks to his love, breathes

into her lips, looks into her eyes.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again.

Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.?
In the cradle a child is screaming.?
An old man sits over his death, and anyone?
young enough talks to his love, breathes
?into her lips, looks into her eyes.

When I can't sleep I count the buckles on my straightjacket.

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

Women can go mad with insomnia.
The sleep-deprived roam houses that have lost their familiarity. With tea mugs in hand, we wander rooms, looking on shelves for something we will recognize: a book title, a photograph, the teak-carved bird -- a souvenir from what place? A memory almost rises when our eyes rest on a painting's grey sweep of cloud, or the curve of a wooden leg in a corner. Fingertips faintly recall the raised pattern on a chair cushion, but we wonder how these things have come to be here, in this stranger's home.
Lost women drift in places where time has collapsed. We look into our thoughts and hearts for what has been forgotten, for what has gone missing. What did we once care about? Whom did we love? We are emptied. We are remote. Like night lilies, we open in the dark, breathe in the shadowy world. Our soliloquies are heard by no one.

Insomnia    Loss    Night    Women

Some thoughts are too angry to sleep. They lie awake all night and become obsessions.

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