Quotes About Nightmares

I'm fine," I automatically tell her, because that's what I always tell her. And myself. But it doesn't take a paid psychologist to figure out that I'm not okay. I'm having flashbacks. Cold sweats. Nightmares. And now this

Nightmares aren't frightening once you wake up. Memories are.

Nightmares are not terrifying once you are wake up. Memories are.

I possess everyone who sleeps in the motor court, roam their memories, and embed recurrent nightmares that will destroy their sleep for weeks after I've departed them." "I'd prefer a free continental breakfast.

Then perhaps you shouldn't sleep. The imagination has terrifying power.

His dreams were killing him.

In nightmares, we can't look into our own eyes except by indirection, perhaps because we fear discovering that therein lie the worst monsters plaguing us.

The maze of Ronny Jessup's dark erotic dreams of absolute power was also the labyrinth of David Thorne's nightmares.

Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare, which he painted in 1781.

Life was too short to dwell on nightmares instead of dreams.

You were having nightmares, Marshal. Serious nightmares." "I'm in a mental institution on an island in a hurricane," Teddy said. "Touché," Cawley said.

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and remembered nightmares.

The time between midnight and dawn when most people die, when sleep is deepest, when nightmares are most palatable. It is the hour when the sleepless are pursued by their sharpest anxieties, when ghosts and demons hold sway. The hour of the wolf is also the hour when most children are born.

Cities, like dreams, are made of desires and fears.

In the morning you wake from one bad dream and another begins.

The suburbs dream of violence. Asleep in their drowsy villas, sheltered by benevolent shopping malls, they wait patiently for the nightmares that will wake them into a more passionate world.

The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.

The effect of this staleness is the same everywhere; it is seen in all drug-taking and dram-drinking and every form of the tendency to increase the dose. Men seek stranger sins or more startling obscenities as stimulants to their jaded sense. They seek after mad oriental religions for the same reason. They try to stab their nerves to life. . . . They are walking in their sleep and try to wake themselves up with nightmares.

If you're going to play a villain, there's no greater compliment than being told that you give people nightmares. I never thought I would be the actor that would give people nightmares.

Fairy tales read before bed tend to make me dream. They're all quite violent stories, as are my dreams.

I have recurring dreams about losing my temper, which become quite violent. I dread to think what that says about me.

It seems that everyone has their own inexplicable fear to have nightmares about. We need nightmares to keep ourselves entertained, and fend off the contentment that we all fear and abhor so much.

Where were me parents? Where were Becky? I felt so alone, so lost that I could not see. By that I mean, everything round me were a blur, everything inside me were a blur of fear and shock. I heard meself crying and moaning, My oh my, my oh my . . . I still have nightmares 'bout that time. I still feel like a sharp piece of ice has stabbed me heart real deep. I was filled, filled to the brim with utter baffle and utter loneliness. p. 15