Quotes About Nightmare

In this visualisation the client experiences a motorbike journey. Is this true adventure or a scary nightmare? Each client will have his or her own interpretation of the story. During the visualisation clients are making decisions and owning their feelings.

Dreams rise in the darkness and catch fire from the mirage of moving light. What happens on the screen isn't quite real; it leaves open a vague cloudy space for the poor, for dreams and the dead. Hurry hurry, cram yourself full of dreams to carry you through the life that's waiting for you outside, when you leave here, to help you last a few days more in that nightmare of things and people. Among the dreams, choose the ones most likely to warm your soul.

I cannot refrain from doubting that there exist any genuine realizations of our deepest character except war and illness, those two infinities of nightmare.

It's every woman's nightmare. Waking up in a sexy man's bed only to find he doesn't want you? Definitely a nightmare.

and with a terrible lowing sound that echoed across the shallow poisoned tarns and endless peat hags of the continental waste, Benedict Paucemanly plunged into the full nightmare of his own decay.

Not that it was not a nightmare. It was, but of a very special kind he was scarcely old enough to appreciate.

When we perform maintenance, we have to find and change the representations of things—those capsules of knowledge embedded in the application. The problem is that it's easy to duplicate knowledge in the specifications, processes, and programs that we develop, and when we do so, we invite a maintenance nightmare—one that starts well before the application ships.

I turn it off. I try to relax. I take a deep breath. But I can't get that scene out of my mind where that poor kid who is sitting up late all by himself watching a horror movie suddenly has a group of blood-sucking axe-wielding freaks

You have to understand, it's how we are here. It's like we're all asleep. We grow up, we fall asleep, and then the horrors that scared us before - we're doing them. We're the monsters in the nightmare.

I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real.

a voice yelled after me but it was wayward and might have been a cry out of someone's nightmare.

Ninety per cent of life is a nightmare, do you think I am going to get it rounded up to hundred per cent?

London gold dealers, in describing the day's action [during the 1968 gold crisis], used the un-British words "stampede," "catastrophe," and "nightmare.

So I awoke, and behold it was a dream.

Life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping.

Ninety per cent of life is a nightmare, do you think I am going to get it rounded up to hundred per cent?

It is obviously possible that what we call waking life may only be an unusual and persistent nightmare.

I feel that I am a citizen of the American dream and that the revolutionary struggle of which I am a part is a struggle against the American nightmare.

To be born in that city is useful for only one thing: to have always known, almost instinctively, what today, with endless fine distinctions, everyone is beginning to claim: that the dream of unlimited progress is in reality a nightmare of savagery and death.

El sueño de progreso sin límites es, en realidad, una pesadilla llena de ferocidad y muerte.

o sonho de progresso sem limites é na realidade um pesadelo cheio de desumanidade e de morte.

To be born in that city—I went so far as to write once, thinking not of myself but of Lila's pessimism—is useful for only one thing: to have always known, almost instinctively, what today, with endless fine distinctions, everyone is beginning to claim: that the dream of unlimited progress is in reality a nightmare of savagery and death.

o sonho de um progresso sem limites é na verdade um pesadelo cheio de fúria e de morte.

It is thus that the few rare lucid well-disposed people who have had to struggle on the earth find themselves at certain hours of the day or night in the depth of certain authentic and waking nightmare states, surrounded by the formidable suction, the formidable tentacular oppression of a kind of civic magic which will soon be seen appearing openly in social behavior.