Insomnia Quotes

I think the most common cause of insomnia is simple; its loneliness.

Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.

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

I prefer insomnia to anaesthesia.

I don't spend sleepless nights over getting very bad reviews.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death; and the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid, the further the date of redemption is postponed.

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.

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.

I also turn to homeopathic remedies for the treatment of indigestion, travel sickness, insomnia and hay fever just to name a few. Homeopathy offers a safe, natural alternative that causes no side effects or drug interactions.

Know what the best thing about insomnia is? That I get to stay up all night figuring it out.

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

I was proud of working 18 hours a day and sleeping three hours a night. It's something now that has turned into a problem for me: not being able to sleep... having insomnia.

Cats are rather delicate creatures and they are subject to a good many different ailments, but I have never heard of one who suffered from insomnia.

Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.

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.

For most people, we often marvel at the beauty of a sunrise or the magnificence of a full moon, but it is impossible to fathom the magnitude of the universe that surrounds us.

There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.

There is nowhere in the world where sleep is so deep as in the libraries of the House of Commons.

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

Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience - unless they are still up.

Call me a sinner, Mock me maliciously: I was your insomnia, I was your grief.

It is impossible to predict the time and progress of revolution. It is governed by its own more or less mysterious laws.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse.

Fatigue is the best pillow.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.

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

I used to think anxiety and insomnia drove me to success, but it was the stillness that let me be good at anything. When you extend the seconds of stillness, that's when you're able to think and learn.

All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own.

The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.

Many things, such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly - are done worst when we try hardest to do them.

Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.

You lack the season of all natures, sleep.

Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.

I divide my time as follows: half the time I sleep, the other half I dream. I never dream when I sleep, for that would be a pity, for sleeping is the highest accomplishment of genius.

A conscious attempt to fall asleep is sure to produce insomnia, to try to be conscious of one's own digestion is a sure way to upset the stomach. Consciousness is a poison when we apply it to ourselves. Consciousness is a light directed outward. it's like the headlights on a locomotive—turn them inward and you'd have a crash.

I have no problem with my hips - I can still do the things that I used to do. I can run, I'm just not the fastest person on the field anymore.

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

Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast...

The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.

Laugh and the world laughs with you!

There is between sleep and us something like a pact, a treaty with no secret clauses, and according to this convention it is agreed that, far from being a dangerous, bewitching force, sleep will become domesticated and serve as an instrument of our power to act. We surrender to sleep, but in the way that the master entrusts himself to the slave who serves him.

O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

Like stones rolling down hills, fair ideas reach their objectives despite all obstacles and barriers. It may be possible to speed or hinder them, but impossible to stop them.

The amount of sleep required by the average person is five minutes more.

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.

A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.

His insomnia was so bad, he couldn't sleep during office hours.

What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!