Insomnia Quotes Novels & Stories

There was no room for either one of our pasts to rear their ugly heads. My eyes roamed his face. He looked refreshed, like he had ten hours of sleep behind him. “I don’t sleep much,” he answered. “Insomnia.” My heartbeat was back to normal and I found myself relaxing. “That’s not good,” I leaned against him, his arms around me. I pressed my cheek against his chest, his steady, strong heartbeat thumping under my ear and I found it oddly soothing. “You should try some relaxing techniques,” I murmured against his chest. “Maybe yoga.”

“You think I’m like you? You don’t sleep at night and still have energy during the day.” Calvin frowned. “Why stay up late when you can sleep well at night?” Adriana wanted to take back what she just said—insomnia was a sore spot for Calvin. Feeling a little guilty for accidentally poking at it, especially after all the effort he had made to bring her brother back to the country, she touched her nose and said softly, “It’s just… more inspiring to work at night.”

Hayley snaps a finger in my face, her lips twisting in her usual no-nonsense expression. “Ain’t nobody worried about your damned personal assistant, Mr. Rourke. Answer the bloody question.” God, the guts on this woman. Between her and Astrid, I am always on my toes. “Yes, it’s my fucking insomnia.” I mutter bitterly. “Is that all?” I look away, darkness coiling in my chest when I think about my “other disorder.” I hate it. I hate how it makes me feel — so out of control of myself. So fucking helpless.

Isabella replied. “Insomnia?” She nodded. "Yes, it’s strange. I’ve not been able to sleep much at night, and then during the day I’m completely exhausted.” “Have you had that before?” Samson gently stroked her hair. “No. I’m the kind of person who can sleep anywhere and everywhere. Put me in the back of a car and start driving, and I’ll nod off.” “So, what’s keeping you up at night then? Too much work?” Isabella shook her head, before she rested it back on his chest. “No. Work is normal as always. Just some nightmares. Nothing important.”

I'll just visit her tomorrow. I took a nap. But my drowsiness still does not visit me. I tilted to face to the right, to the left, to lie down, I lay down. But drowsiness still does not visit me! I remained lying still today as I stared up at the ceiling and where my imagination had landed in my mind. Insomnia is real. "Bad trip!" I cut my head with one hand and then I tilted to the right. While disgusted that I'm going to rant here.

"Deal. Jonny has my number. You can text me anytime." "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go." "Already?" This is so insane. * * * There's this ringing in my head stopping me from falling asleep. Experts call it insomnia, but I'd rather not call it that. Makes me feel like my mother. I tiptoe out of the bed. It's so dark to make out what is what. My mental map is shit too. The lights go on and I almost screech like a bat. "Are you running away?" Marcus asks.

She couldn't hurt her mind more about thinking the reasons of this sudden get up. She threw the dress on the couch and laid on the bed with tears of impotence seeping. The remaining night passed in a haze. * The large grey, blank walls stared at him as he sat alone on his arm chair, holding a glass of champagne between hi rigid fingers. He was suffering from insomnia since seven years. Unable to sleep, he simply sat all night, sipping onto alcohol so it might give him peace until the next day he wakes up again and get ready for a new day, putting on his fake mask of toxicity again.

I hated feeling helpless, but I knew better than anyone that no one can fight our mental battles for us. Half an hour later, Ava’s screams had quieted, but I continued my vigil. It wasn’t like I could sleep. My insomnia meant I only slept two or three hours a night, though I often crashed for naps in the middle of the day when I could. I opened my laptop and was reviewing new business documents when my phone pinged. Josh: Yo, I’m bored. Guess I wasn’t the only person who couldn’t sleep tonight. Me: What do you want me to do about it?

Somin pursed her lips, looking confused. Rayan couldn't tolerate her anymore, he laughed helplessly. "You know I love the disease Insomnia. Do you know what are the advantages of insomnia? People who go to bed early always complain that the night is too short, but for those who stay up all night can feel it as long as a lifetime. I get a lot done. Like thinking about myself, thinking about my future, thinking about my family, friends and..." "Her. It's only her." She cut his words off with a soft laugh. She knew he was lying. But it would never matter to her.

I walk onto the leather chair, never looking back… ________ JACKSON I should be resting per the doctor's instructions but here I am, wide awake, watching Eli who is sleeping peacefully on the leather couch across from me. It's not that I'm ignoring the doctor's instructions. It's just that…I have one of the worst insomnia. When the medicines that I was using became resistant at the age of thirteen, I stopped using them and accepted my fate. On a good day, I sleep for one and half hour to two hours. And on my worst days, I stay awake and everything seems to slow down. The nights feel stretched, eerily quiet and haunting. That's why I hate the nights so much. It's because it always reminds me