Quotes About Nightmares

Prime or no Prime, five-year-old girls were scary. I babysat my sisters when they were that age. It still gave me nightmares.

Between the journeymen, vampires crouched like monstrous gargoyles: hairless, corded with a tight network of steel-hard muscle, and smeared in lime-green and purple sunblock. Bubble-gum-tinted nightmares.

I believe in hard work, but I believe in vindication as well. You have a few nightmares, I imagine, before you reach your dream.

I love that vein which uses sci-fi to address society's problems. It is the same when you have useful nightmares - things morph, and you get to confront issues in your dreams.

It sounds kind of farfetched, yet I can't tell you how many people have had this syndrome... the 'Old Hag Syndrome.' Apparently, there's this little old lady who comes into your room at night, sits on your chest and tries to suffocate you. You can Google her - she'll pop up. She's out there.

Economics is not a science; it is a quasi-religion: part superstition, part mystique, part sentimentality. Bankers dream like other men, the only difference being that when their dreams turn to nightmares, we all lose sleep. There can be no trusting the muttering of any prelate when it comes to money.

Dreams can be naught but an imagination's fashioning of its own fears

When I Ascended, Lady, it was to escape the nightmares of feeling…" He grimaced. "Imagine my surprise that I now thank you for such chains.

This path`s a dire thing, the gate it leads to is like a corpse over which ten thousand nightmares bicker their fruitless claims.

Even if you know you're sleeping, you're still at the mercy of your dreams. People who are asleep can't simply decide to wake up. Nightmares don't let you off that easily. They hold you in their clutches until they decided, in their own good time, to let you go.

Even if you know you're sleeping, you're still at the mercy of your dreams. People who are asleep can't simply decide to wake up. Nightmares don't let you off that easily. They hold you in their clutches until they decide, in their own good time, to let you go.

I used to have terrible nightmares about Ellony. She would come to my window and slide through the glass like a mist. She came to steal my breath, an ugly, monstrous sea woman. Her skin was greeny-white and she had a mouth full of hooked fangs like a predator fish.

Behind my closed eyelids, the world was red and black, shot with flames and blood.

A time had come, or was coming. He could feel drawing closer, feel its predator breath on his back. So he must face, and perhaps take strength from the power that had awakened here. e must access it fully. Perhaps then, the gate of his dreams and nightmares would open and the void be sensed within himself could be filled.

If you haunt me as a beautiful ghost, he is the demon of my nightmares. But part of me somehow resonates with what he is. I'm a wolf, a wolf of the fire. Once that wolf within me has tasted blood, he will take me over completely." "Bayard or the wolf?" Pharinet asked carefully. The wild look in Valraven's eyes made her feel breathless. He shook his head, his eyes screwed tightly shut. "The wolf, the wolf. Bayard is its master.

Now, I must have truly entered the soulscape, in body and mind, the place where all dreams, nightmares and desires live out their shadow life.

I have recurring nightmares about being in a Nazi concentration camp with all my family and constantly being sent to solitary confinement.

Though sleep was dearly needed, it was not welcomed, for even in sleep I was tormented.

And then he wakes up. Sweating. Panting. Always the same. The worst part is not the sleeplessness. The worst part is the general darkness the dream leaves over him, a gray film that clouds over the day. Even his happy moments feel encased, like holes jabbed in a hard sheet of ice.

even though dignity matters fuck-all when the monsters under your bed are real.

Is he asleep? Finn whispered. Out like a light. He thinks he's too big to crawl into bed with me so when he as the nightmares, we sleep on the sofa the rest of the night. So you are the nightmare whisperer, he chuckled. What? Like the horse whisperer. Only you banish nightmares with your presence. Damn, Callie! I wish I'd have known that two years ago. I would have looked you up and slept on the sofa with you, he said.

After breakfast, Callie found herself in the living room alone, warming her hands by the fire, when Finn came out of his bedroom. He crossed the room, pulled Callie close to his chest, and said, I wanted to hold you all morning and tell you that I slept better in that recliner last night than I do in my big king-sized bed. I believe it's because you were right there and you kept the nightmares at bay.

After that long of more named pavements than he'd care to count, Profane had grown a little leery of streets, especially streets like this. They had in fact all fused into a single abstracted Street, which come the full moon he would have nightmares about.

He'll have nightmares about Kit diving for his knees," Hi added. "I'm pretty sure that was an illegal tackle. Chop block. Something.