Alain de Botton Quotes

I have trouble sleeping, at the end of the night. There's a lot of stimulus and my brain is processing a lot of different arcs and personalities. I'm always processing things, so I don't sleep.

I've never been able to sleep very much, even when I was a kid. I used to hate being forced to lay in bed in the darkness, and just shifting in bed and staring at the shadows.

Insomnia is only mind over mattress.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

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.

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

Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.

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

I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to get out if I could. But there is a woman stuck in my throat

He gets into the habit of thinking so passionately at night that he begins to be persecuted by insomnia.

I have insomnia, and it's hard for me to sit still for a long time. My mind is always "tick, tick, tick."

I'm a terrible sleeper. I get obsessive, repetitive thoughts and it's horrible.

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

... As to sleep, you know, I never sleep now. I might be a Watchman, except that I don't get any pay, and he's got nothing on his mind.

I don't know if you've ever had insomnia, but it's a really terrible feeling when it's days and weeks on end. It was kind of awful.

I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.

Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.

I don't sleep well. I rehash everything in bed. The mind's still working.

I have trouble falling asleep. I have trouble shutting my mind off.

Sometimes I don't sleep well.

O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?

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

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

Evelyn was an insomniac so when they say she died in her sleep, you have to question that.

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