The last refuge of the insomniac is a sense of superiority to the sleeping world.
― Leonard Cohen
I think insomnia is a sign that a person is interesting.
― Avery Sawyer, Notes to Self
sleep is such a luxury, which i cant afford.
― Robin Sikarwar
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
― William Shakespeare, Henry IV, Part 2
In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.
Sleep comes more easily than it returns.
― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
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.
― Maya Angelou
During last night’s insomnia, as these thoughts came and went between my aching temples, I realised once again, what I had almost forgotten in this recent period of relative calm, that I tread a terribly tenuous, indeed almost non-existent soil spread over a pit full of shadows, whence the powers of darkness emerge at will to destroy my life…
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family and Editors
I have lost my rhythm.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t eat.
I have been robbed of
― Charles Bukowski, Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bit
Of all the things which make up our Short-Time lives, sleep is surely the best.
― Stephen King, Insomnia
When I feel well and in a good humour, or when I am taking a drive or walking after a good meal, or in the night when I cannot sleep, thoughts crowd into my mind as easily as you could wish.
― Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Don’t start me talking
I could talk all night
My mind goes sleepwalking
While I’m putting the world to right.
― Elvis Costello
…infirmity alone makes us take notice and learn, and enables us to analyse mechanisms of which otherwise we should know nothing. A man who falls straight into bed night after night, and ceases to live until the moment when he wakes and rises, will surely never dream of making, I don’t say great discoveries, but even minor observations about sleep. He scarcely knows that he is asleep. A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness. An unfailing memory is not a very powerful incentive to the study of the phenomena of memory.
― Marcel Proust, Sodom and Gomorrah
Rings and magazines; keychains and umbrellas; hats and glasses; rattles and radios. They looked like different things, but Ralph thought they were really all the same thing: the faint, sorrowing voices of people who had found themselves written out of the script in the middle of the second act while they were still learning their lines for the third, people who had been unceremoniously hauled off before their work was done or their obligations fulfilled, people whose only crime had been to be born in the Random… and to have caught the eye of the madman with the rusty scalpel.
― Stephen King, Insomnia
A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.
― Marcel Proust