Sean Combs Quotes

I'm too excited to sleep!

The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.

We could hardly wait to get up in the morning.

Gansey threw open his door. Gripping the roof of the car, he slid himself out. Even that gesture, Ronan noted, was wild-Gansey, Gansey-on-fire. Like he pulled himself from the car because ordinary climbing out was too slow. This was going to be a night.

I can't wait to wake up and try something new. I can't sleep at night because I want to try something new.

Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.

I was like a race horse, just trying to get into the world.

I can never sit still for five minutes.

I'm always champing at the bit to try everything new. It's a terrible quality that I have.

I still get the jitters every time I start a new job! I love it - makes you feel alive.

When I was 15 or 16 - I slept really well then. Now I sleep on a bed of anxiety-tipped nails.

The short amount of time I'm out on the runway is like going on a rollercoaster. It's such a happy, exciting feeling. I'm more like a racehorse ready to go - I just want to get out there.

I was so keen to get back to sea. I was rattled.

I've been dying to play.

Waiting makes me restless. When I'm ready, I'm ready.

The Falstaff people, romantics all, went for it. They were so anxious to find out what I was going to do that they could hardly bear to wait out the two weeks. I was rather anxious to find out what I was going to do, too.

I came into the world two months too soon, I was in such a hurry.

Sometimes I get a little manic and you can't stop me. I'm all over the place. I have fun.

I just can't wait for the future.

I can't stop moving. I'm like this weird insect. I can't sit still in real life.

All of us can't wait to get out there whatever way.

Nervous can be good. It means I'm ready to go.

I get too hyped before games.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

I sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomorrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.