Lynn Johnston Quotes

Sleep deprivation made his life an imaginary thing, his days a ribbon floating aimlessly in water." - Whelk

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

Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.

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

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

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

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

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.

Anticipation is a bad sleeping draught.

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

Sometimes I don't sleep well.

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.

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 ain't sleeping. I'm just taking a good look at the insides of my eyelids.

Did you sleep well?" "No, I made a couple of mistakes.

I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.

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

His tiredness hurt so much it kept him awake.

O sleep! O gentle sleep! Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lull'd with sound of sweetest melody?

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.

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.