Maria Theresa Quotes

I can go round the clock without sleep.

Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping.
 In the cradle a child is screaming.
 An old man sits over his death, and anyone
 young enough talks to his love, breathes 
into her lips, looks into her eyes.

I just can't sleep tonight knowing that things ain't right.

Meanwhile the 3 a.m. drunks of the world would lay in their beds, trying in vain to sleep, and deserving that rest, if they could find it.

I was never going to get any sleep. I was going to have Alice in Wonderland conversation after Alice in Wonderland conversation until I died of exhaustion. Here, in the restful, idyllic Victorian era.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.

Sleep is no longer a healing bath, a recuperation of vital forces, but an oblivion, a nightly brush with annihilation.

My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.

The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

I don't like to sleep. I'm missing something when I'm sleeping.

Sleep came slower than a frigid woman.

I never worry that I'll die in my sleep, because I'm never asleep!

Sleepless nights I'm not a big fan of to be honest.

I'm so tired, but I can't sleep. Standing on the edge of something much too deep.

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.

Well enough for old folks to rise early, because they have done so many mean things all their lives they can't sleep anyhow.

Who can wrestle against Sleep? - Yet is that giant very gentleness.

I am losing enough sleep to supply a worn-out army.

I've been waiting for sleep to offer up the day with both hands.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

Sleep is perverse as human nature, Sleep is perverse as legislature.... So people who go to bed to sleep Must count French premiers or sheep, And people who ought to arise from bed Yawn and go back to sleep instead.

Oh, I don't need sleep. I just went to my hotel room and had a cold hot dog and a vodka on the rocks.

I go to bed, and I wait for sleep as a man might wait for the executioner. I wait for its coming with dread, and my heart beats and my legs tremble, while my whole body shivers beneath the warmth of the bedclothes, until the moment when I suddenly fall asleep, as a man throws himself into a pool of stagnant water in order to drown. I do not feel this perfidious sleep coming over me as I used to, but a sleep which is close to me and watching me, which is going to seize me by the head, to close my eyes and annihilate me.