Ali Hewson Quotes

Whenever I get to a point I'm so tired that I forgot the verse of a song, I know I'm burnt out.

I don't know what I have said. I have answered so many questions and I am so confused I don't know one thing from another. I am telling you just as nearly as I know.

During finals week, I don't get a lot of sleep, and I tell myself, 'I can't do this anymore.'

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

Sometimes I feel like there are just too many things weighing on my mind at once, and I can't control my thoughts or even my body at times.

I don't think I can do this anymore.

I kind of think too much, I try do too many things at once.

From morning when I wake up until I go to sleep, I am working. I go to bed and I want to switch off, but the brain doesn't switch off.

I'm knackered. I'm knackered all the time. My stupid, tiny children wake me up at 5:48 A.M. every single morning.

... too emotionally strung out.

I think I'm chronically exhausted.

I have a tough time turning my brain off, to be honest.

Your brain is cooked when you write hard for three or four hours.

I'm quite well-rehearsed in having mental days; being awake at the crack of dawn and still having to be awake late at night.

It seems like I'm thinking 400 hours a day; that's kind of how it feels.

I have the inability to stop thinking and switch off from work at night, which causes a lot of sleeplessness.

I was running from one problem or place to another, with no time left to study, or sleep, or just breathe. I felt pulled in all directions, fighting to keep all these obligations circling in the air above me. It was only a matter of time before something fell.

I'm tired and I don't know what day it is.

I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.

It just goes to show that what one person considers a "bad attitude" might actually just be total frustration over being pushed beyond the brink of one's mental and physical endurance.

My mind is turning into kind of a fine gelatinous ball of pepper

This whole Puff Daddy thing has taken a toll on me.

The worst thing in the world is to be tired.

Naps are the key to relieving stress. When you are working on two hours of sleep, the fact that cheese comes on something when you ordered it with no cheese is enough to send you crying under the covers for an hour.

Sometimes travelling really intensely for a long time is like having a continuous nervous breakdown.