H. G. Wells Quotes

i'm alternatingly brilliant and witless-and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in.

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

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

I feel like I’m eighty years old. I’m tired of life and my mind wants to die.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

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.

No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.

After a sleepless night the body gets weaker, It becomes dear and not yours - and nobody's. Just like a seraph you smile to people And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each Sudden sound is the whole rainbow. Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow's golden Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked This brilliant likeness - and from the dark night Only just one thing - the eyes - are growing dark.

I am tired of myself in every way. All things, deep down to the secret of their roots, are stained by the color of my weariness.

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

I'm knocked out, I've never felt so physically and mentally exhausted, I'm quite stupid with it and long only for bed; but I am happy.

I can't shut my brain off. It's like a hamster wheel." ~ Justin

Too long, that some may rest, tired millions toil unblest.

The body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs down and prostates the mind also.

His tiredness hurt so much it kept him awake.

There's nothing on my mind that couldn't be expressed by a long insane outburst of hysterical rage.

I'm not tired of the work... I'm tired in the work.

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

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.

He had been full of the idea so long, dreamed it right through to the end, waited with his teeth set, so to speak, at an inconceivable pitch of intensity. Now, in the reaction, he was running down like an overwound clock.

All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. No matter how great my weariness, the wrench of parting with consciousness is unspeakably repulsive to me.

I am too tired, I must try to rest and sleep, otherwise I am lost in every respect. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require an expenditure of so much strength.

It's never come easy for me. I don't think my mind allows me to rest ever. I have, I think, a chip on my shoulder, and some deep scars that I don't think were healed.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

Most of the major mistakes I made in my life, I made when I was too tired to know what I was doing - both personally and professionally.