I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.
Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.
Unfortunately, a superabundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential for nightmares
My nights are a nightmare, quite often, but the nightmares are rich. I nourish myself by those nights.
I'm your nightmare. Did you think you were done with nightmares, now you've become one?
I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.
Youth are becoming the site of society's nightmares.
Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.
A friend told me 'I guess you gotta go through a lot of nightmares, before you finally, you know, accomplish your dreams.
Instead of looking for the dream in reverie, people should look for reverie in the dream. There are calm beaches in the midst of nightmares.
You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?
Nightmares are distinctly different from dreams in the way that people feel them and experience them. So a lot of people think that a nightmare is something where something is chasing them and you have to wake up screaming. Yes, that's one of the more common nightmares that we see is the person chasing someone or they're being chased.
Worst nightmares can also appear with your eyes open.
We all have nightmares, we all wake up, we all have certain ideas of something that could be hiding around the corner and the question of does that really exist, but we get on with our lives.
The places that ive been, the things that i have seen - what you have as nightmares, are what i have as dreams.
A criminal trial is like a cultural in-flight test in which society projects its own history, fears, impatience, insolence, clemency, insecurities, dreams and nightmares upon facts. . . . What's inside is every fairy-tale monster, a brutal ogre, a bloodthirsty werewolf, an elegant vampire, a scheming devil, a bullying giant, a sneering troll, or maybe just an abusive stepfather.
Love is the greatest of dreams, yet the worst of nightmares.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
No, not like this, when I have not seen you without your skin on, when I know nothing, when I am not safe. Not you, whose name all my nightmares know.