I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.
Emilie AutumnStichwörter: insomnia
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?
Emilie AutumnStichwörter: reality insanity sleep wake insomnia
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?
William ShakespeareStichwörter: insomnia insomniac
I fix the cramped, lined pages
with my curious stare. How do you
come to exist?
Stichwörter: imagination writing dreams writer insomnia
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.
Stichwörter: school sleep humour insomnia counting-sheep
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
Banana YoshimotoThen Night came down like the feathery soot of a smoky lamp, and smutted[9] first the bedquilt, then the hearth-rug, then the window-seat, and then at last the great, stormy, faraway outside world. But sleep did not come. Oh, no! Nothing new came at all except that particularly wretched, itching type of insomnia which seems to rip away from one's body the whole kind, protecting skin and expose all the raw, ticklish fretwork of nerves to the mercy of a gritty blanket or a wrinkled sheet. Pain came too, in its most brutally high night-tide; and sweat, like the smother of furs in summer; and thirst like the scrape of hot sand-paper; and chill like the clammy horror of raw fish.
Eleanor Hallowell AbbottStichwörter: pain night insomnia
sleep is such a luxury, which i cant afford.
Robin SikarwarStichwörter: sleep night stress insomnia sleeplessness work-load
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.A. MilneStichwörter: insomnia counting-sheep
When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.
Louis-Ferdinand CélineStichwörter: insomnia
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