When I go to sleep at night, I am sleeping only 3 percent and 97 percent I am thinking of thousands of whys, ifs, and

Sleep is like a cat: It only comes to you if you ignore it. I drank more and continued my mantra. ‘Stop thinking’, swig, ’empty

Sleeping is so hard when you can’t stop thinking.

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

You’re up overthinking about someone who isn’t thinking about you. Go to sleep.

Keep your eyes open to your mercies. The man who forgets to be thankful has fallen asleep in life.

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

While you were sleeping, I figured out everything, I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me.

Good night, my one and only. I wish I could hold you in my arms right now as I go to sleep.

You deserve a good night’s sleep, because you’re a good friend. Sleep well!

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

Sleep well, sweet girl. I hope nothing finds you tonight but wonderful dreams and peaceful sleep.

I was sent for a sleep study in 2015 and they found that I have 9.9 arousals per hour and I stop breathing 31.9 times per hour during sleeping. They diagnosed Insomnia and Obstructive Sleep Apnea (OSA).

The problem is that people can’t sleep when they want to, but if they are forbidden to do so, they can’t help dropping off. So the method consisted of keeping your eyes wide open and fixing your gaze on some point of the bedroom wall. If by any chance you shut your eyes, hundreds of nasty little demons would pour out of the spot and eat you up. And you are absolutely not allowed to treat this as a joke.. According to Marc, you invariably fall asleep after ten minutes max, unless of course you replace the little devils with little fairies, which would stop you falling asleep at all.

The Sleep Problem today is not as much about being able to sleep for 7 hours; it is more about being able to sleep when you are ready to.

Ren, who else? How dare you. How dare you sleep with her!

Well, you did sleep with her.

And so, now, it is almost midnight of the first day, and I have broken my resolution to go to bed early – postponing sleep, and thereby the inevitable waking up in tomorrow. Another device of escape.

I thought calming thoughts and visualized serene places. Eventually, I found myself drifting along the frenetic edges of my mind. The Sandman was nowhere to be found, as I slipped further away from sleep.

Canst thou, O partial sleep, give thy repose
To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude;
And in the calmest and most stillest night,
With all appliances and means to boot,
Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down!
Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Ever lie awake at night wondering if there’s something you’re not losing enough sleep over?

A 2002 Oxford study showed counting sheep actually delays the onset of sleep. It’s just too dull to stop us from worrying about jobs and spouses.

I write poetry, worry, smile,
laugh
sleep
continue for a while
just like most of us
just like all of us;
sometimes I want to hug all
Mankind on earth
and say,
god damn all this that they’ve brought down upon us,
we are brave and good
even though we are selfish
and kill each other and
kill ourselves,
we are the people
born to kill and die and weep in dark rooms
and love in dark rooms,
and wait, and
wait and wait and wait.
we are the people.
we are nothing
more.

All she really wanted to do was sleep, but it seemed her awareness level was operating at peak efficiency, for some reason.

In troubled times one wishes for a sound sleep more than usual, but, realizing its amplified importance, sleep smugly impedes all attempts to woo it.

When the brain has no thought to chew on, no memory to revisit, and no past or future situation to imagine, it then has only one desire: falling asleep.Delbert Curti

You can drink yourself to sleep but not think yourself to sleep.

It was that sort of sleep in which you wake every hour and think to yourself that you have not been sleeping at all; you can remember dreams that are like reflections, daytime thinking slightly warped.

I don’t have dreams. I don’t sleep well.

She dreams more often than she sleeps.

While you lay dreaming,
I hear you sleep,
and slowly start counting
little lost sheep.
But I’d rather you snore,
than be no more!

Many things–such as loving, going to sleep, or behaving unaffectedly–are done worst when we try hardest to do them.

To many men, sleep comes with a blessed naturalness and swiftness. To others, for many hours during a troubled night, the words spoken and the thoughts unexpressed during the day run in wearily multiplied circles through a humming brain.

There is nothing better than a peaceful sleep after a long and tough day. Good Night!

Pudge: She wants to sleep in the same bed together. Be cool, Miles.
Dolores: It’s a small trailer, son.

All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We’re like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.

I can’t sleep… can you? If you can’t, let’s can’t sleep together.

Oh, you like sleeping? Me too! We should do it together sometime.

My little girl, I feel so happy when I play with your hair until you fall asleep on my chest. Needless to say, I feel even happier when I can kiss every inch of your body.

I wanna live, sleep, and wake up by your side.

The hardest thing is to go to sleep at night, when there are so many urgent things needing to be done.

Tonight, I’ll fall asleep with you in my heart.

You are my favorite reason to lose my sleep.

Every night, I fall asleep so peacefully, knowing that you’ll be beside me. May God grant you another good day, honey!

“She got drunk,” I told her. “The Colonel and I went to sleep, and I guess she drove off campus.” And that became the standard lie.

Lying in bed and reading felt pleasantly familiar.

Miles, as in ‘to go before I sleep’?

It was not an eventful day. I should have done extraordinary things. I should have sucked the marrow out of life. But on that day, I slept eighteen hours out of a possible twenty-four.

And then I was asleep. That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep, that sleep that is not particularly restful but is difficult to wake from all the same.

True silence is the rest of the mind; it is to the spirit. What sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.

Gina: Marcus! Did you hear me just now?
Marcus Copeland: Mm-hmm.
Gina: Tell me what I said.
Marcus Copeland: I heard everything. You was communicating.
Gina: Marcus, don’t play with me right now. I am not in the mood. I cannot believe you came home late and then you start… Marcus! You are falling asleep again. I am talking to you.
Marcus Copeland: I wasn’t asleep, baby, I was closing my eyes and visualing your words.
Gina: Oh, really? Visualizing? Well, why don’t you pant me a picture of what I just said?
Marcus Copeland: Hold on.
Gina: Mm-mm. You know why? Because you are falling asleep again. Marcus! Marcus!

“You can fight with me,” I said. I put my controller down and leaned back on our foam couch and was asleep. As I drifted off, I heard the Colonel say, “I can’t be mad at you, you harmless skinny bastard.”

Try reading a paper, redneck, instead of sleeping under it.

Some nights I knew that if I slept I would die.

The CPAP sleep apnea machine would trigger insomnia during nighttime treatment.

I’ll sleep when I’m done trucking.

A driver must know when to pullover. Even if there is a delivery to make, a power nap is in order but not in the sleeper berth if there is work to be done.

I have lost my rhythm.
I can’t sleep.
I can’t eat.

I have been robbed of
my filth.`

Sometimes,
all you can do
is lie in bed,
and hope
to fall asleep
before
you fall apart.

Dear 3 am, We have got to stop meeting this way. I’d much rather sleep with you.

Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.

I call modern electronic light bulbs ‘Insomnia light bulbs’ because they are known to disrupt sleep.

I call modern large screen televisions “Insomnia TV’s” because they are known to disrupt sleep.

So you have insomnia? Well, just don’t lose any sleep over it.

I am convinced that during bouts of insomnia, I have sometimes slept without knowing it.

EAT
SLEEP
DRIVE
REPEAT.

One good thing about it is that with all this fresh air we’re gonna sleep like babies!

You’d sleep with anyone as long as they’re female.

I don’t sleep much. I don’t sleep much – I work, I work, I work.

It is late
And the clock is striking thin hours,
But sleep has become a terror to me,
Lest I wake in the night
Bewildered,
And stretching out my arms to comfort myself with you,
Clasp instead the cold body of the darkness…

Sometimes I only sleep to wake up.

‘You need to believe that you can sleep again.’
‘Since when was sleep a matter of faith?’

He makes me feel stupid and it’s hard to sleep knowing so little about everything.

Go to sleep, I sing.
“No,” I tell myself.
Go to sleep, I beg.
I am a traitor to myself.

Sleep is like a fickle lover: one moment, it is warm and inviting; the next, cold and unattainable.

He had to take sleep by surprise. Preparing for bed simply alerted insomnia, brought all the busy thoughts, the renegade remorses and guilts and recriminations.

Both sleep and insomnolency, when immoderate, are bad.

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?

Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

Insomniacs exaggerate the pleasures of sleep.

Sleep is like the tide only this time the moon doesn’t bring it in.

I have two moods:
Sleep is for the weak.
I need to sleep for a week.

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have a normal sleeping pattern.

That moment when tomorrow is here and you’ve been trying to go to sleep since yesterday.

My body weeps to live
when you make me believe
that someday I will be dead
soul sleepless in graveyard’s bed.

What a thing this sleeplessness was!…If sleep, she thought, could be compared to a gentle lake ina dark place, the sleeplessness was a roaring ocean, a raging, wind-buffeted voyage, lit with mad rocket-lights, pursued by wild phantoms from behind, plunging upon fearful rocks ahead, a mad tempest of the past and present and future all in one. Through all this the pale, strenuous mariner must somehow steer a way, until at last the weary dawn, not of sleep, but of resignation to sleeplessness, comes to calm the waters of the mind.

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic… because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep… you take a book to read… you take a pen and a paper to write…you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep… yet nothing helps… another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon….

Seriously, who falls asleep that quickly? Imagine being able to sleep without listening to a true crime podcast episode or immersing yourself in your imaginary dreamworld for at least an hour.

Sometimes you can’t sleep on a feather bed, but you fall asleep peacefully on a cold stone!

There was something in her eyes! Her eyes were expressive and from the first day that they met, they spoke to him a million things! He could know which night she had cried, which night she had slept peacefully and which night of hers had been spent in complete sleeplessness.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

I’m so tired. Sleep’s been stalking me for too long to remember. Inevitable I suppose.

The kingdom of sleep demands its forfeits, and the world looks very different through eyes cracked and yellow with its denial.

Tonight is going to be a big night, like any other night, because certain 10 million Americans will not be able to sleep well tonight.

Like chocolate, she craved sleep and it made her life brighter, but she could do without.

I can’t sleep alone anymore
and I get used to
company
too quickly. You’re always gone too soon.

What delicious abandon in the sleep of the child. Where do we lose it?

Your brain needs plenty of rest to function at it’s optimal level. Go to sleep!

Every morning I tell myself, “I’ll sleep early tonight.” And every night I say, “One more chapter.”

Working hard to pay the bill,
I need a break and take a pill,
Need some sleep right away,
But insomnia gets in the way.

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

She had always been astonished by people who could fall asleep fast, like there was nothing to it. Like their spirits weren’t burdened with suffering and resentment. Like their hearts and minds could so easily be at peace.

He is long past sleep now. His mind has begun to work on the agenda that it sets for itself, and he knows that he will not be able to stop it.

There is no faith and no hope without 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.

Whenever I feel myself sinking into a deep sleep, something always recalls me: “Not so fast now. Suppose you should go to sleep and it should happen. What then?” Clearly nothing. Yet there I lie, wakeful and watchful as a sentry, ears tuned to the slightest noise.

There will be sleeping enough in the grave.

It is better to sleep on things beforehand than lie awake about them afterward.

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

Sleep is such a luxury, which I can’t afford.

My mind decides to run when normal people sleep.

Life is something that happens when you can’t get to sleep.

[Sophie] settled herself comfortably in the chair while the demon thought. It thought aloud, in a little, crackling, flickering murmur, which reminded Sophie rather of the way she had talked to her stick when she walked here, and it blazed while it thought with such a glad and powerful roaring that she dozed again. […] The demon at length fell to singing a gentle, flickering little song. It was not in any language Sophie knew—or she thought not, until she distinctly heard the word “saucepan” in it several times—and it was very sleepy-sounding. Sophie fell into a deep sleep, with a slight suspicion that she was being bewitched now, as well as beguiled, but it did not bother her particularly. She would be free of the spell soon …

Life is a damn simple. Sleep, Eat & Jeep.