Can’t Sleep Quotes Part 3
Sleeping is a natural bodily function and something we all do. The question is, how can you sleep well?
We’ve all been there: You spent the entire day running around like a headless chicken at work, rushing from one meeting to another, only to find that when you finally slump into bed your thoughts are racing and it feels impossible for your brain to shut off. Worse yet, as if by magic no matter what time of day it is- be it 11 pm or 5 am- your alarm clock goes off like a siren in the morning and suddenly you have no choice but to drag yourself out of bed feeling exhausted. And this is just Monday! With the amount of pressure society puts on us these days, it’s no wonder many of us struggle to rest.
Here are some quotes about not being able to sleep.
When I have an argument with someone, even with someone I am not very close with, I can’t sleep at night thinking about it. It’s terrible. But I still manage to speak out frankly because I have also been gifted with the ability to read people. I can sense when they start to get irritated with me, and then, I shift.
What am I always going to do? I’m going to go home and freak out.I’m going to sit with my family and try not to talk about myself and what’s wrong. Im going to try and eat. Then I’m going to try and sleep. I dread it. I can’t eat and I can’t sleep. I’m not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?
I have physical problems with listening to reggae. It’s weird, I don’t know why. It doesn’t fit the way my heart pounds, and I feel very bad when I hear it. I have a neighbor–she’s a waitress who comes home every night at four in the morning and she plays reggae very loud. I hate that. I can’t sleep and I can’t wake up either to that music.
When I walked into the Christian section of a bookstore, the message was clear: Faith is something you do alone. Rick does not have much tolerance for people living alone. He’s like Bill Clinton in that he feels everyone’s pain. If Rick thinks somebody is lonely, he can’t sleep at night. He wants us all to live with each other and play nice so he can get some rest. Tortured soul.
Everyone’s scared. So scared they can’t sleep sometimes. Or eat. Or keep their weight on.” “Then why bother playing?” I asked. It was a whisper, this question. “Because. You love the game. You love the people you play with. You love winning, maybe. You love that one moment when you get it right . . . I dunno. Why do you play?” “Because,” I whispered, “it’s who I am.” Sounds like a good reason to me.
Catherine Gilbert Murdock
Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right – unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can’t breathe. No, I can’t sleep; I’m barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I’m torn into pieces. Can’t deny it, can’t pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won’t get to see the tears I cry.
I’ve been a sinner and a saint. If you’ve been a saint all your life, it’s pretty easy to sleep at night. If you’ve been a sinner, you’re just as comfortable in it. I’ve walked both sides of the fence, and there are times I can’t sleep and I wake the engineer up and get it out of me. But it usually doesn’t pour all the way out. I have to come back and have the conversation that you usually try not to have with yourself. That’s how it gets resolved.
Sometimes I train in the middle of the night, all on my own. Can’t sleep, don’t want to sleep, get up, go to the gym, work. This is early for me, being here at half ten in the morning, this is really early, and I’m only here because I screwed up yesterday and kept you hanging around. Other times I’ll call up my wrestling coach, or my jiu jitsu coach, or my deep-tissue guy, and want to really focus on one part of what I do. I train in all these different disciplines.
It’s late at night and I can’t sleep. Missing you just runs too deep. Oh I can’t breathe, thinking of your smile. Every kiss I can’t forget, this aching heart ain’t broken yet. Oh God I wish I could make you see Cause I know this flame isn’t dying So nothing can stop me from trying Baby you know that Maybe it’s time for miracles Cause I ain’t giving up on love You know that maybe it’s time for miracles Cause I ain’t giving up on love No I ain’t giving up on us
and when love came to us twice and lied to us twice we decided to never love again that was fair fair to us and fair to love itself. we ask for no mercy or no miracles; we are strong enough to live and to die and to kill flies, attend the boxing matches, go to the racetrack, live on luck and skill, get alone, get alone often, and if you can’t sleep alone be careful of the words you speak in your sleep; and ask for no mercy no miracles; and don’t forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.
In response to skyrocketing gas prices, liberals say, practically in unison, ‘We can’t drill our way out of this crisis.’ What does that mean? This is like telling a starving man, ‘You can’t eat your way out of being hungry!’ ‘You can’t water your way out of drought!’ ‘You can’t sleep your way out of tiredness!’ ‘You can’t drink yourself out of dehydration!’ Seriously, what does it mean? Finding more oil isn’t going to increase the supply of oil? It is the typical Democratic strategy to babble meaningless slogans, as if they have a plan. Their plan is: the permanent twilight of the human race.
Sleeping is a natural bodily function and something we all do. The question is, how can you sleep well? We’ve all been there: You spent the entire day running around like a headless chicken at work, rushing from one meeting to another, only to find that when you finally slump into bed your thoughts are…