Quotes About Nightmare

The best way to walk into a nightmare is with a smile.

I am twelve, John is nine, and we have not yet learned of death. Pain and horror, however, are kindred. They visit us nightly, and take away little pieces of our soul. We live in nightmare and escape during daylight.

Then the image came back into his head. His wife Mary, pinned to the ceiling, blood pooling outward from her stomach, fire surrounding and consuming her.

One of us might have dreamt it, but not both, not both at the same time with the same dream," Robert responded thinking carefully. Virginia spoke slowly. "It was a nightmare seeing those strange aliens. They acted like we were an experiment, poking and testing our bodies. And talking to us through their eyes. I could understand them. That's what scared me so badly," she screamed again. "Let's get the hell out of here," Robert yelled.

No estaba tan seguro de que sueño y pesadilla fueran especies distintas. Quizás lo que era sueño para uno era pesadilla para otro; lo que de cualquier modo habría sido difícil de comprobar, porque si había algo intransferible de persona a persona, era lo onírico.

If you carry around somebody else's nightmare, who knows what else your insides might hide or when it might come out?

I have fallen into an abyss. I live in a world so curious, so strange. Of the dream that was my life, this is my nightmare.

The boogeyman sleeps on your side of the bad Whispers in my ear :"Better of Dead" Fills my dreams with sirens and lights of regret Kisses me gently when i wake up in a sweat "boo!

Sin dinero. Sin lugar para quedarse. Debe ser mi peor pesadilla. Pero no me importa. Es gracioso pensar en las cosas que crees temer, hasta que te suceden y luego ya no es así.

Maybe my group being outsourced wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I've been in software development for virtually my entire career. I'm used to everyone demanding miracles, expecting the impossible, people changing requirements at the last minute, but, after living through this latest nightmare project, I wonder if it might be time for a change…

Alberich was a figure out of nightmare. He was the one Librarian who'd betrayed the Library and got away with it and was still somewhere out there.

I could scarcely believe what I saw and I had the sense as in a nightmare of being involved in something both wildly improbable and relentlessly inevitable. This had to happen. Yet how could it have happened?

There is a pointlessness of summer London more awful than anything which fogs or early afternoon twilights are able to evoke, a summer mood of yawning and glazing eyes and little nightmare-ridden sleeps in bored and desperate rooms. With this ennui, evil comes creeping through the city, the evil of indifference and sleepiness and lack of care. At such a time the long-fought temptation is wearily yielded to, and the long-dreamt-of crime is with shoulder-shrugging casualness committed at last.

It was for me a moment of great peace. I did not know then that it was the last, the very last moment of peace, the end of the old innocent world, the final moment before I was plunged into the nightmare of which these ensuing pages tell the story.

I went on seeing him, but it was like acting in some nightmarish play.

The dread enactment of the dream had turned into a waking horror.

Todo había ocurrido con la catastrófica rapidez de un sueño... y con el irreal horror de una pesadilla.

But my gloom did not lessen. I knew that I'd had a bad dream, and I stood in the dark trying to recollect it. The second I closed my eyes, I was with the dead. They did things words cannot express. They spoke madness. (Hanka)

You know, Stephen says, in the movies no one ever goes to the bathroom. They shave, they brush their teeth. He goes right at this sort of funny taboo we have about the bathroom, and he turned it into this nightmare, you know, your worst fear of what's in there.

Turner Broadcasting went from a very entrepreneurial, risk-taking company where I had a tremendous amount of freedom and autonomy to a corporate, bureaucratic nightmare.

In our world of rampant 'individualisation', relationships are mixed blessings. They vacillate between a sweet dream and a nightmare, and there is no telling when one turns into the other.

In 1984, when 'Nightmare on Elm Street' came out, not only was I twelve and couldn't get into an R movie, but I lived twenty miles from a theater. So my first experience of it was on VHS.

I feel like my job is to give hope. The world is in a dark place and we are living in somewhat of a nightmare. So I want to make films to give hope.

If Obama was the American dream—"Nowhere else on earth would my story be possible"—Trump is the American nightmare.