295 Quotes About Insomnia

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

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?

Suppose you are a wedding planner. Your client wants a flying horse for groom. So you will perhaps arrange a wooden horse which lands on stage with wirework. Our mind is like those crazy clients. It desires things which conflict with each other. Soul has to find creative ways to execute those desires in dream world. More conflicting your desires are, more twisted dreams you will see in sleep.

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 thingsthan not being able to sleep for thinking about them.It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking inand stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse and worse.

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'.

Poppy, a chronic insomniac in her first life, since found that sleep arrived easily, washing over her in a soporific tide that carried with it the flotsam of ambrosial dreams.

As an artist suffering from insomnia and working from my apartment, I had an artistic freedom to explore and create awesome stuff. I wore a robe and slippers as my work dress code. These are the days when creativity is my best imaginary friend. And I was crazy enough to create what people would call masterpieces.

Kein Schlaf; nur Träume.

The endless ocean was his sole companion , and on some deeply sentimental level, it seemed sufficient. Almost apt. He aligned himself with Thoreau and Tolstoy, he felt like their peers. The kinship with nature devoted humans to a mythical state, a heightened persona beyond the reach of mere mortals. At least that was what he told himself on the lonely nights when insomnia played on his fears and the howling wind pierced through his soul.