Quotes About Nightmares

remembering better times whereas naming no names some of us would rather not remember something some of us have got enough bloody nightmares already

I begin to remember stories from my childhood of the wild people, the Deridhu, who live in the heart of the forest; they are supposed to come out and bring nightmares to children who do not do as they are told, and ride the cows so they come to the morning stare-eyed and milkless. Perhaps they are a heartside memory of these folk. Many forgotten things live still in children's tales." Maerad glanced at the bowmen; they looked altogether too grim to take cows on wild rides.

She'd retreated inside again, the nightmares drowning her.

Everything I was afraid of when I was growing up, I've become. I've taken on my nightmares, like the devil and the end of the world, and I've become those things.

Ninety percent of people's nightmares is standing in front of 1,000 people. Did you know that? And having to speak. You would have thought it would have been a madman tying you up and taking your eyes out.

Aesthetically, I don't really like the blond, tan thing. I am pale. So I may as well embrace the pale. Long, blond hair and a bad spray tan is the stuff of my nightmares.

Dark echo chambers did that to you, squeezed those suppressed childhood nightmares from under your bed into your present.

I had four dreams in a row where you were burned, about to burn, or still on fire.

There are many who don't wish to sleep for fear of nightmares. Sadly, there are many who don't wish to wake for the same fear.

For millennia philosophers and saints have tried to reason out a logical scheme for the universe... until Hilda came along and demonstrated that the universe is not logical but whimsical, its structure depending solely on the dreams and nightmares of non-logical dreamers.

He managed to retain a cheerful smile at all times—though, in the dreams, he screamed.

The Black Kiss (with Henry Kuttner) Weird Tales, June 1937 1. The Thing in the Waters Graham Dean nervously crushed out his cigarette and met Doctor Hedwig's puzzled eyes. "I've never been troubled like this before," he said. "These dreams are so oddly persistent. They're not the usual haphazard nightmares.

Nightmares ended when you woke up. Guilt never ended, worse in the dark of the night but with you all the time, day or night.

That's how children deal with terror, they fall asleep.

That's how children deal with terror. They fall asleep.

That's how children deal with terror. They fall asleep. I

She was fighting armies of demons which swirled through her mind and there was no way i could cross over into her nightmares and fight alongside her and bring her back.

This is what it's all been about with you, he said in an even tone. All the fear, all the running. The nightmares. When she nodded, he said, You called him the devil. He is. What are you thinking, Scot? But you... married him? MacRieve's disgusted with me. Basically? Yes. Ceremony and everything? She swallowed. He tricked me into it. I-I was only sixteen. A muscle ticked in his cheek and his irises grew pale. Then know this... She stopped breathing. Lass, I'm about to make you a widow--

My nightmares are usually about losing you. I'm okay once I realize you're here.

Thanks to Scoop, I've learned a lot about how the male mind works, and as a result I've been having nightmares for months.

When she slept, it was the nightmares that came to her. They waited patiently, and they were always eager to play.

You won't have nightmares any more when you grow up.' I solemnly believed this. He looked at me levelly, and said softly, 'When I grow up, I'm going to kill you.' His smile slowly came out then, like the sun in a winter cloud. In my memory, the sentence stretches, and seems to be said a hundred times not quite at once. That sentence has its own particular, special moment in time, which lasts until now.

You're the worst girl I've ever met Isabelle," Hugo added, with touching sincerity. " You're so tough and stubborn, you give me nightmares.

Job moans that it is wanton cruelty that suffering people, brutalized or in mourning, should have to relive their horrors in dreams. In fact, why should any of us, in seeking rest, be met with nightmares?