Your cute smile is all I need to battle all struggles in my life.

When I’m sad don’t look at me – just kiss me.

Come to God for your healing. Don’t hesitate. God, who is so full of goodness and supply, is always willing to bless, preserve, heal and restore you.

I suffer from insomnia and depression. Psychologists and training don’t help me. I know only one cure that can help me. It is sex with you. Wild, insane, all night long.

It’s been a long day… All I need is your hugs, which you’ll give me in our bed.

I want to see your smile and hear your laughter. I want to kiss away your hurts and hold you until you know without a doubt that this is for real.

Your lips are the cure to my fears.

I’ve had a rough day; give me a rough night.

You are my happy pill, always.

I take politics only medicinally, as a cure of occasional attacks of insomnia.

The only cure for writer’s block is insomnia.

Whiskey may not cure your insomnia, but it makes you more content to stay awake.

An insomniac is one who sleeps better with a pill than with a pillow.

Golf Media is basically my brain in one place. It does just about everything except cure asthma. If you find an app that cures asthma, definitely let me know.

Whether we are healed or not, God uses everything for some purpose, a greater purpose than we often can see.

Insomnia is an indication, not a chaos. Its like ache. You’re not going to provide a patient ache medicine without figuring out whats reasoning the pain.

Nothing cures insomnia like the realization that it’s time to get up.

The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep.

The best cure for insomnia is a Monday morning.

“I’m delirious,” said Howl. “Spots are crawling before my eyes.”
“Those are spiders,” said Sophie. “Why can’t you cure yourself with a spell?”
“Because there is no cure for a cold,” Howl said dolefully.