In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.
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.
The character of Rosie is based on a woman who used to live in the same apartment building I lived in many years ago. She's taken on a life of her own, of course.
Laugh and the world laughs with you!
Even sleepers are workers and collaborators on what goes on in the universe.
My daddy used to say that I was too big to ride and too little to hitch a wagon - no good for a damn thing.
I originally started it to help me with anxiety & insomnia. It’s already made my life waaaaaaaaaaaaaay better & even with my stage fright. Which I used to think there was no cure for…Last night was the first night I’ve slept 8 hours naturally in my entire life. I felt the best I have in ages. It’s better than any medication or all of the other nonsense I’ve tried.
Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.
Mistresses are like books; if you pore upon them too much, they doze you and make you unfit for company; but if used discreetly, you are the fitter for conversation by em.
I don't spend sleepless nights over getting very bad reviews.
Time, motion and wine cause sleep.
Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing, beloved from pole to pole, to Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, that slid into my soul.
Just as ecstasy purifies you of the particular and the contingent, leaving nothing except light and darkness, so insomnia kills off the multiplicity and diversity of the world, leaving you prey to your private obsessions.
I studied all about Gauguin. He was a banker. He was a banker who - he used to paint on Sundays. And one day he hated himself for painting on Sundays.
What strangely enchanted tunes gush forth during those sleepless nights!
For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
It is impossible to predict the time and progress of revolution. It is governed by its own more or less mysterious laws.
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.
But no one ever is allowed in Sleepytown, unless He goes to bed in time to take the Sleepytown Express!
You lack the season of all natures, sleep.
