Dear Mind, please stop thinking so much at night, I need sleep.

My nights are for overthinking. My mornings are for oversleeping.

God is always with you, even in the darkest night or in the deepest pit. You just need to hold on. Never doubt His presence and His power, He will see you through.

Nights like this, are blessings from God. Don’t waste this blessing by staying awake. Good night to you. Have a sound sleep tonight!

Close your eyes in the black night. Store sweet and beautiful memories in your heart. Surrender yourself in front of glorious dreams. Have faith in

Good night, my sweetheart. I hope the stars in the night sky lead you to lovely and sweet dreams tonight. Sleep well.

Tomorrow is a new day and a new start to making things the best they can be. Let someone know what they mean to you. Good night!

Wishing you the sweetest dreams as you drift off to sleep. Good night my love.

To greet a lovely morning, we must leave the night behind.

It feels lonely to be up when everyone else is sleeping.

Skulking around like a thief in the night. You’ve been searching very hard for something, I know all about it. Would you like my help with your little problem?

My problem is with the night,
incessant, rickety, desolate nights,
and not with the darkness.
There’s a lot of light inside me.

An escort two nights in a row! I have to say, you and Kyo sure know how to make a girl feel special.

Do you know that I spend my day thinking about you and my night dreaming about you?

You must be sleeping or getting ready for bed… just know I can’t stop thinking about you.

Sleeplessness comes when my thoughts outweigh the night.

Another sleepless night another falling tear another broken dream wishing you were here.

The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4 a.m. knows all my secrets.

A strong women is someone who is able to smile this morning like she wasn’t crying last night.

Awake all night with melancholy thoughts…

I am a daydreamer and a night thinker.

Have a good night. I hope you have sweet dreams of me.

It’s at night, when perhaps we should be dreaming, that the mind is most clear, that we are most able to hold all our life in the palm of our skull. I don’t know if anyone has ever pointed out that great attraction of insomnia before, but it is so; the night seems to release a little more of our vast backward inheritance of instincts and feelings; as with the dawn, a little honey is allowed to ooze between the lips of the sandwich, a little of the stuff of dreams to drip into the waking mind. I wish I believed, as J. B. Priestley did, that consciousness continues after disembodiment or death, not forever, but for a long while. Three score years and ten is such a stingy ration of time, when there is so much time around. Perhaps that’s why some of us are insomniacs; night is so precious that it would be pusillanimous to sleep all through it! A “bad night” is not always a bad thing.

Eleven years. Although each night had been long, the years had gone fast.

Wishing you a wonderful morning and an even sexier tonight because that’s when you’ll see me!

My favorite times of the day are the mornings, like this morning, when I wake up to you, and when I know I will see you again tonight.

Really wishing that this pillow was your chest to rest my head on. Goodnight babe.

Goodnight cute person. I hope you wake up smiling in the morning.

I don’t mind staying up all night and being tired the next day as long as I’m talking to you.

I smile when I think about all the mornings and all the nights we have yet to share.

I want to wake up in the middle of the night to pull you closer and know that you are mine forever.

Well, I had been a night janitor once before in San Francisco. You smuggled a bottle of wine in with you, worked like hell, and then when everybody else had gone, you sat looking out at the windows, drinking wine and waiting for the dawn.

You are my morning sunshine after a dark night.

Are you alone tonight? Want to play a hot game?

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

We left about midnight and walked down the hill in silence. The night was muggy, and all around me I felt the same pressure, a sense of time rushing by while it seemed to be standing still. Whenever I thought of time in Puerto Rico, I was reminded of those old magnetic clocks that hung on the walls of my classrooms in high school. Every now and then a hand would not move for several minutes — and if I watched it long enough, wondering if it had finally broken down, the sudden click of the hand jumping three for four notches would startle me when it came.

Even the darkest night will end, and the sun will rise.

…going out late at night and laying in the dewy field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

Bad nights lead to better days.

It get worse at night when I am alone and sleepless.

Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.

Nights are sleepless, Days are sleepy.

I had a lot of sleepless nights.

I hate it when my foot falls asleep during the day, because that means it’s going to be up all night.

Night is always darker before the dawn and life is the same, the hard times will pass, every thing will get better and sun will shine brighter than ever.

We drive from dusk till dawn.

Can’t drive all night.

Later, I walked towards the dorm circle beside Alaska. The cicadas hummed their one-note song, just as they had at home in Florida. She turned to me as we made our way through the darkness and said, “When you’re walking at night, do you ever get creeped out and even though it’s silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?”

It seemed too secret and personal to admit to a virtual stranger but I told her, “Yeah, totally.”

For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, “Run run run run run,” and took off, pulling me behind her.

If a man had as many ideas during the day as he does when he has insomnia, he’d make a fortune.

People who have insomnia lie awake all night for an hour.

For insomniacs, night steals the morning.

Too much had happened that night, too much had happened before that night, and so too much climbed into bed with them, sat heavily upon them, and kept them up and thinking, even if they did not say the things they were thinking to each other.

A new dawn always breaks after darkness, but only those who have survived the night live to see it.

Truck drivers come back when it’s dark.

I write a lot of my best music in the car, like late night. Three, four in the morning. I’m in the passenger seat, I got my driver, my getaway driver. My Bonnie, I’m Clyde. That’s when everything is just settled. In the daytime it’s chaotic. Everybody just goin’ nowhere fast. In a rush to go nowhere.

Then Night came down like the feathery soot of a smoky lamp, and smutted 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.

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.

He was afraid of touching his own wrist. He never attempted to sleep on his left side, even in those dismal hours of the night when the insomniac longs for a third side after trying the two he has.

Somewhere in the night a
human being is drowning.

When the world is itself draped in the mantle of night, the mirror of the mind is like the sky in which thoughts twinkle like stars.

Insomnia is the violence of the night over a man.

You can hear it in the midst of the night
While your gaze roams the vast plains on the ceiling.

There are twelve hours in the day, and above fifty in the night.

In the night, in the utter silence of the nights among those little houses where old people live, she felt him leave the bed and in the pitch-black reach his dressing gown and leave the room. She let him go. How it troubled her, all this. Not much to ask, peace of mind at nights and a bit of ordinary cheerfulness in the day, some conversation, something to laugh about and doing nobody any harm. And not all this. A slit of light came on under the bedroom door.

If only I could bottle up the drowsiness that plagued me during the day so I could use it at bedtime.

And that night he couldn’t sleep, but lay looking out at the light June night which was full of lonely whisperings and rustlings and the pattering of feet. The air was sweet with the smell of flowers.

Her eyes are like bruises, as though 2am
punches her in the face every time they meet
amid the faded glow of alarm-clock hands
and the crumpled sheets of a sleepless night.

Someone observed darkly that it is always two A.M. when one is in the ‘dark night of the soul.’

In night…
in night is when my mind is a flutter, and the world ablaze.
In night I see you, subtle, yet sure wrinkles in your smile and the echoes of your laugh.

In night
my mind tries to forget, but it is still there branded as etchings.

In night
my heart is set a fire thrashing to and fro from distant lands and seas.

You were a sailor but your anchor was no match for the wild waves and so you floated, but quickly sank.

And in night I write about a hundred moons and a hundred deaths. But they are all you.
For you are the sky and the wild seas.
And in night, I think, I will sail across your shore once again and once more.

Insomnia

I wonder
If those talks matter
Few done in the clarity of day
Or the many
Done at 3 a.m. in the morning.

Many bad days were preceded by a bad night’s sleep.

On the nights I can’t sleep, like that one, like so many recently, I wish I could just turn my mind off like a lamp.

The night felt very long, but it ended as all nights do.

Insomnia is a glamorous term for thoughts you forgot to have in the day.

Between the midnight and the morning: on a given day, that’s the hardest stretch of time to fill.

At night, I can’t sleep. In the morning, I can’t wake up.

I’m an insomniac, my mind works the night shift.

This is me every night dude, just staring at buttholes and getting a buzz on.