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

I am thinking of you tonight, pleasant dreams my love.

Always keep your mind strong with positive thoughts and your head up with full confidence, because you truly have greatness in you.

But Billy, how about me? What about what’s inside of me?

The fucking thought of you with somebody else, I don’t like that.

You should have stopped her! She never thought anything through. She was so god damn impulsive you had to watch her like a three-year-old. You do one thing wrong, and she dies. How the fuck could you let her go?

First, think. Second, believe. Third, dream. And finally, dare.

Jobs and money are never the primary cause of stress.
Thinking, negative thinking causes stress.
The real cause of all problems lie in our thoughts, not in things or circumstances.
You and I possess the power to change our thoughts.
It is our greatest power – the power to choose.
If you are feeling stressful, choose to relax.
Look at your problems as a stranger might then do something about them – NOW!

It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.

Never get impressed by someone’s appearance, rather dig deep down into their thoughts to reveal the real person inside out.

The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow.

What was he thinking, adopting a boy cursed by the cat?

Wow. That was so thoughtless of me. I’m really sorry.

Even a doctor would be baffled at how my heart conveniently decides to beat faster or slower – depending on whether I’m thinking about you or not.

I thought of you today but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday and I will tomorrow too.

I wake up thinking about you.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.

When I think, I think of you, when I look, I want to look at you. I am crazy about you, even if it seems

I lie awake at night thinking of you.

When I say, I always think of you, no matter how busy I am, no matter what I’m doing, my brain is constantly thinking of

My thoughts are free to go anywhere, but it is surprising how often they head in your direction, thinking of you keeps me alive.

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.

And, even though I am a happy person, if I lie in the dark my thoughts veer towards worry. I have found it better to get up than to lie in bed teetering on the edge of nocturnal lunacy.

It’s hard to sleep at night when there’s so many thoughts going through your head.

Sleeplessness comes when my thoughts outweigh the night.

I want you to have the naughtiest thoughts about me all day.

When you’re in prison, you want to know that you were thought about.

You know that shit you think about when you’re alone that eats you up inside?…Yeah.

Awake all night with melancholy thoughts…

He had been unable to drive away the gloomy thoughts which kept sleep from his eyes for a long hour… He had solved any number of difficult arithmetical problems, and mentally repeated the same prayer at least twenty times; but the sleep which he obtained after waiting so long and making so many efforts, brought neither rest nor comfort, and the old man struggled all night in the fiery embrace of the fever-god.
It was only in the morning, after awaking and happily falling off into a second sleep, that he enjoyed the peace and repose of both body and soul, which usually characterized his rest. When he again opened his eyes after this delightful morning’s nap, a joyous ray, cast by the rising sun through the bed curtains, danced on the counterpane like a streak of gold, and gave a marvellous brilliancy to its variegated embroideries.

Brain: I can see you’re trying to sleep, can I offer a selection of your worst memories from the last 10 years?

Two in the morning
mind humming from the inside out
thunder across crazy dreams
a night charged with god, heart, body,
thinking about how much I think.

Not sleeping tonight
Thoughts incoherent in mind
A lucid dream gives solace.

I close my eyes and I see you in my thoughts. I fall asleep and I see you in my dreams.

There is not enough night left for us. We have lost our true instincts for darkness, it’s invitation to spend some time in the proximity of our dreams. Our personal winters are so often accompanied by insomnia: perhaps we’re drawn towards that unique space of intimacy and contemplation, darkness and silence, without really knowing what we’re seeking. Perhaps, after all, we are being urged towards our own comfort.
Sleep is not a dead space, but a doorway to a different kind of consciousness – one that is reflective and restorative, full of tangential thought and unexpected insights. In winter, we are invited into a particular mode of sleep: not a regimented eight hours, but a slow ambulatory process in which waking thoughts merge with dreams, and space is made in the blackest hours to repair the fragmented narratives of our days.
Yet we are pushing away this innate skill we have for digesting the difficult parts of life.

If you wrote down every single thought you ever had, you would get an award for the shortest story ever.

There are so many THINKS that a thinker can think!

“I thought you were sane,” I said, “but you’re just as crazy as the rest of them.”

Colonel: The bell will ring, everyone will go back to class, and pretty soon I’ll be a distant memory, even to ya’ll. I’ll just be that funny little black dude you knew back in the day, until one day years from now, you’ll just be thinking, “Hey, I wonder what happened to Chip Martin. I wonder what he would have made of himself if he never would have got expelled all those years ago.” Chances are you won’t remember why, nobody will.
Alaska: That is not true. We will always be friends.
Colonel: No we won’t. We can’t. Starting tomorrow I’ll be the guy who got kicked out of school ‘cause of you and you’ll always feel guilty and I’ll always feel resentful and that’s no recipe for a friendship now is it?

there is moss on the walls
and the stain of thought and failure and
waiting.

If I thought even for one moment that a single molecule were running loose in the universe outside the control and domain of almighty God, I wouldn’t sleep tonight.

You’re always in my mind and my lovely, dirty, wonderful thoughts.

My mind is a dirty thing. And I love having you in it.

You look so HOT when I feed your mind with dirty thoughts.

I can’t get you out of my head. Want to come to play in my bed?

Hey, you! Just thought you should know that I was freezing this morning, so I thought about you and got all hot.

I was just wondering if you have any plans on this weekend. Thought we could merge our plans together this weekend! What do you say?

I am looking forward to being in your arms later tonight because you will be running through my mind all day.

I’m very sure you must have been tired because you have been running through my mind all through the night and this morning too.

Every day, every night, every hour, every place I go, I always think about you.

I just hugged you in my thoughts… hope you felt the squeeze!

My mind wanders and I get lost in thoughts of you.

You’re kinda, sorta, basically, pretty much always on my mind.

Good morning, my beautiful angel. I hope you slept well and are ready to take on the day. You’re always in my thoughts and prayers.

I am crazy about you! You are in my heart, soul, and inappropriate thoughts.

You’re in my heart, my soul, and all of my thoughts.

Even if I don’t see you, I will never lose sight of you in my mind.

All I can think about when we are together is about your body on mine.

People are ugly not in their face but in their thoughts.

What does your attitude proclaim to the world about you today? It is never to late to change your story, start by changing your thoughts and pay attention to your attitude.

I thought we were in the clear as we began to round the corner of the bleachers, but then I saw, out of the corner of my eye, a cylindrical orange object getting bigger and bigger, like a fast-approaching sun.
I thought: I think that is going to hit me.
I thought: I should duck.

I said, “Chip, she’s gone,” and he said, “I thought I’d feel her looking down on us, but you’re right. She’s just gone.”

“I was just thinking — Why do you run head-on into a cop car with its lights on? and then I thought, Well, she hated authority figures.”

The Colonel laughed. “Hey, look at that. Pudge made a funny!”

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”

With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.

Good Morning, dear friend! Wishing you a sweet morning with cool breezes, warm coffee, and good thoughts! Have a fulfilling day ahead!

If I had cared about her as I should have, as I thought I did, how could I have let her go?

But in the time between when something gets thought and when it gets done, the ball hit me square across the side of the face. I fell, the back of my head slamming against the gym floor. I then stood up immediately, as if unhurt, and left the gym.
Pride had gotten me off the floor of the gym, but as soon as I was outside, I sat down.
“I am concussed,” I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.

I couldn’t imagine, you know, God having a plan for my life. I thought I planned my life out.

That’s not what I had in mind.

You look a bit tired… I think you should go upstairs and give me a massage.

“How are his poems?”
“He’s not as good as he thinks he is, but then most of us feel that way.”

There’s a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities. We are eaten up by nothing.

You can’t climb uphill by thinking downhill thoughts.

I’m starting over. A new pattern of thoughts. A new wave of emotions. A new connection to the world. A new belief system in myself.

You were born rich and your abundance is contained in your thoughts, so be good to yourself, choose magnificent ideas and cease permitting your physical world to control your thinking.

Make your own choices, your own decisions, your own thoughts, and feel your own feelings.

Whatever you think about, you will attract into your life. Not what you want, but what you are emotionally involved with.

The ruling mental state is everything. Our inner faculties are where it’s really happening. Not outside of us. What you think produces your life.

Notice how your thoughts are affecting your attitude. Notice how your attitude is affecting your results.

Thoughts are things turning your ideas into reality.

Change your thoughts, and you will change your results.

What’s going on outside is a reflection of what’s going on inside. In order to change your results, you MUST change your mental programming.

Our behaviors and our results are programmed by our thoughts. It may be challenging at first, but remember, you CHOOSE the way you see things.

The thought causes the feeling >> the feeling causes the action >> the action causes the result.

I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets.

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

Are your thoughts empowering or limiting?

All of the great leaders down through history have told us we become what we think about. In fact, they have been in complete and unanimous agreement on this point while they disagree on almost every other point. Unfortunately, the vast majority of people rarely think, they simply accept what they see or hear. The next time someone gives you a suggestion, rather than simply accepting and acting on the suggestion – THINK – exercise your reasoning factor. Ask yourself if the suggestion will improve the quality of your life.

Thoughts become things. If you see it in your mind, you will hold it in your hand.

Negative thoughts and emotions, selective attention and monitoring of sleep-threat related stimuli, and safety behaviors that undermine sleep regulation and reinforce maladaptive beliefs about sleep all may sustain an insomnia problem.

Doing the same things you did when the economy was good is not good enough. You will have to put more coals on the fire in a poor economy to get the same heat you received in a good economy. You must give more energy, more thought, more service, and get into positive thinking material more frequently. Become more selective about who you spend time with. Love a little more, hate a little less. Think about it. You can progressively move on an upward path toward any goal. The choice is yours as to who or what controls you!

My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts are heavier.

Music’s the most therapeutic thing for me. Because I suffer with depression, and it’s my only form of releasing it. Just as you do with your recorder, I record my thoughts. I vent. It’s a channel. I’m an introvert when it comes to displaying my emotion. And because I’m such an introvert, the best thing for me to do is to talk to the mic.

I’m a truck and I don’t care what you think about me.

I want to know how God created this world. I am not interested in this or that phenomenon, in the spectrum of this or that

We were kissing.
I thought: This is good.
I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all.
I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe.
Suddenly she laughed and pulled away from me. She wiggled a hand out of her sleeping bag and wiped her face. “You slobbered on my nose,” she said, and laughed.

She hadn’t slept. She lay in bed the entire night, the day’s events tumbling in her head like clothes in a dryer.

I never noticed anything but you
But you but you
So that I couldn’t sleep.

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.

Stop waiting around for your life to get better and start getting better with your thoughts, decisions and actions.

First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe,

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.

Alone with thoughts of what should have long been forgotten, I let myself be carried away into the silent screams of delirium.

I’ve got a bad case of the 3:00 am guilts – you know, when you lie in bed awake and replay all those things you didn’t do right? Because, as we all know, nothing solves insomnia like a nice warm glass of regret, depression and self-loathing.

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 haunted me like regret.

Some thoughts are too angry to sleep. They lie awake all night and become obsessions.

Not being able to sleep because that certain someone is on your mind.

Three out of four voices in my head want to sleep. The other wants to know if penguins have knees.

Insomnia is an all-night travel agency with posters advertising faraway places.

Sometimes I sit up late with my thoughts, reluctant to fall asleep and leave my thoughts alone by themselves.

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.

I switched the light out and drew the cover across myself, but I didn’t sleep. Instead I lay on my side watching the sea, rising and falling in strange, hypnotic silence outside the thick, storm-proof panes. And I thought, there is a murderer on this boat. And no one knows but me.

She lay down and never stirred. To move hand or foot, or even so much as one finger, would have been an exertion beyond the powers of either volition or motion. She was so tired, so stunned, that she thought she never slept at all; her feverish thoughts passed and repassed the boundary between sleeping and waking, and kept their own miserable identity.

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.

I didn’t sleep all night, thinking. I thought about you, about those puppy eyes you give me, when you fake your sadness to make me smile– and that upper lip of yours that brings life to all of my senses. I thought about your laughter when you get tickled, and that soft mellow place near your arm pit that I wish could be knit into a pillow for me to hug all night long. I thought about your stomach, your soft and sensitive stomach, scared like a baby kitten under the pouring rain. And I remembered the feeling of protection that comes washing over me when I get a glimpse of it, the feeling of covering it with the layers of my very own skin. I remembered your head when it rests on my heart, a rock sheltering itself on the verdure of infinity. I remembered your silky black hair, and how I never imagined that hair curls so thin could twirl, in the way they do, the rigid core of my existence.

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…

All I want is this night to end,
But this insomnia keeps me awake
Till the sunlight shines on my bed
and the thoughts die in my head.

Hours into the night, sleepless Elijah sat up in his bed and rubbed his face trying to put his thoughts and feelings together. He went into the kitchen, turned on the light, and poured himself a cup of milk. He gulped it after taking a deep breath trying to ease the perturbed feeling in his stomach and the weight in his chest.

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

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

The scary thing about having insomnia is not the hours lost for sleeping but the re-run of thoughts you’ve been trying to forget.

Neal: What do you think? You think this is a good combination?
Del: No, probably not.