Insomnia Quotes

“Memory. We rely on it so heavily for everything we know about ourselves and those around us, but actually we remember so little. Just wisps of emotions or a smell or a moment. Corrupted files in our heads. Pages missing, torn or burned. Disks unreadable. Memories are like time, constantly slipping from our grasp.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“We look for meaning in everything, but what if there is no meaning? A glitch in time with no purpose. The random chaos of the universe.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“Another memory whispers inside me. The misty rotten breath of it filling my head.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“Everything feels wrong at night. Pieces out of place in my head. No straight edges in the jigsaw to anchor me.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“tree.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“Even if you didn’t love her – which is also perfectly fine – there’s no obligation to love someone, even a relative – you can still be experiencing grief.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“I can’t help but wonder why it always has to be the woman who ends up sorting everything at home.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“I wonder if the acid from my tongue stings when it lands in her ear.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“Secrets. Pieces of jigsaw fall into place in my head. Forming an awful picture.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“I don't answer either [text]. I don't have space for other people. I barely have space for myself.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“I remember Phoebe gripping my hand as we ran through the rain to the nice lady's house. Phoebe has never talked about any drills. She must remember them, surely? But how much do we remember of anything? Memory. We rely on it so heavily for everything we know about ourselves and those around us, but actually we remember so little. Just wisps of emotions or a smell, or a moment. Corrupted files in our heads. Pages missing, torn or burned. Disks unreadable. Memories are like time, constantly slipping from our grasp.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“The kindness of strangers will kill us all.”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia

“There are somethings you can’t try to understand. You’d go mad trying”
― Sarah Pinborough, Insomnia