Quotes About Nightmares

Well, I just don't want you to think that this piece of shit is anything other than a pathetic, human defect. Nothing more. Not a monster, not a bogeyman. Nothing but another reason to feel better about yourself. Understand that it's just a person - not worth devoting any nightmares to.

The only time I have problems is when I sleep.

When the Devil gets bored he tells stories to his bats and these bats fly to us and give us these stories as nightmares.

Richard Parker has stayed with me. I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. That pain is like an axe that chops at my heart.

Una poetisa muerta de cáncer en su juventud había dicho en uno de sus poemas que para ella, en las noches de insomnio, la noche ofrece sapos, perros negros y cadáveres de ahogados

You're riding a runaway train into a tunnel that leads into a station where there's a welcome-home party from all your worst nightmares

I've had that recurring dream since I was a child, and a lot of people have different versions of that same dream, where you're running away from something, and it's going kind of slowly, but it's catching up with you, and it will not stop, and you cannot get away from it. Those dreams are manifested in different ways, but most people have them.

I have nightmares where you are on autorepeat, saying, 'I need stuff. I need stuff.' And you know what I say?" "Anything you want, my queen?" "I say, 'Fuck you, Lilah.

How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true!

PTSD sucked. It was a dragon that lived inside her own head, shaking loose more and more nightmarish memories, each one prompting another like dominoes tumbling.

This was the stuff nightmares were made of. Going to school in your Spiderman pj's. Giving a public speech naked. And discovering you'd accidentally slept with your boss.

I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.

Some things should hurt. Some things should leave you with scars. Some things should haunt your nightmares. Some things should be burned into memory.

Bob stared at me for a second and said, 'I have nightmares about Hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.

The hour when you sit up in bed, sweating from nightmares. The hour when you awaken for no reason but to fear the future. The hour when you stare at the clock, willing yourself to sleep, knowing it isn't going to happen, and weariness and despair beat upon the doors to the vaults of your mind with leaden clubs.

Misinformation about rattlesnakes is a leitmotiv of the insomniac imagination in Los Angeles.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

Dreams are horrible, to don't talk about nightmares they are more often. But there is always one gift from a person which you know is dead, that's how it works and it will continue to work.

I'm glad I woke up. I always have the sh..tiest dreams, stuff like being late for everything or being pregnant or painfully dying.

She reached to give him an awkward hug, and when he hugged her back, his hand accidentally touched her belly. It was surprisingly hard and something shifted beneath the surface. "Oh, shit!" he yelped, jerking back. "What's wrong?" "It, uh, moved." "Feels like an alien, doesn't it? I swear to God, I have nightmares that it's going to burst out of my stomach like a monster. But I think it's pretty harmless.

Almost every song on OK Computer revolves around how I am afraid computers get up at night and attempt to choke me with their wires.*doesn't laugh*

I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.

When I can't sleep, I always wrap something around my neck and close my eyes and imagine myself being strangled to death. Then I can fall asleep--it feels like sinking deep underwater

There were things out there in the world, things that vampires feared, and now those things were here. She was only seconds out of a very light, fitful sleep, but she knew that the nightmares had followed her effortlessly right into the real world. The draug. They weren't vampires; they were something else, something that moved through water, formed out of it, dragged vampires down to a slow and awful death.