#nightmare

I was 14 when I started modeling. At the end of that first day my mum said, If you want to do this, you're on your own because I'm not traipsing around London ever again like that. It's a nightmare. ↗

— Kate Moss

#around #because #day #end #ever

The fairytale has turned into a nightmare. ↗

— Ian Thorpe

#into #nightmare #turned

I love acting. When I'm acting I feel like I'm on vacation. I'm just having a wonderful time. The nightmare is just getting the work to happen. ↗

— Elizabeth Pena

#feel #getting #happen #having #i

It is the earliest dream that I can remember, earlier than the witch at the corner of the nursery passage, this dream of something outside that has got to come in. The witch, like the masked dancers, has form, but this is simply power, a force exerted on a door, an influence that drifted after me upstairs and pressed against windows. ↗

— Graham Greene

#nightmares #dreams

What I really remember is that people camped out everywhere, and the fact everybody expected it might turn into a big nightmare with all sorts of hassles because back in those days everybody was smoking pot and taking acid. ↗

— Johnny Rivers

#back #because #big #camped #days

I told my therapist I was having nightmares about nuclear explosions. He said don't worry it's not the end of the world. ↗

— Jay London

#end #end of the world #explosions #having #i

I still have nightmares about taking tests. ↗

— Bruce Jenner

#i #nightmares #still #taking #tests

History... is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake. ↗

— Philip Roth

#awake #history #i #i am #nightmare

If i can't be your true love, i want to be your worst nightmare. ↗

— Ariel Seraphino

#nightmares #relationships #true-love #love

When she woke up crying for one of her nightmares, the Kolker would stay with her, brush her hair with his hands, collect her tears in thimbles for her to drink the next morning (The only way to overcome sadness is to consume it, he said), and more than that: once her eyes closed and she fell back asleep, he was left to bear the insomnia. There was a complete transfer, like a speeding billiard ball colliding with a resting one. Should Brod feel depressed - she was always depressed - the Kolker would sit with her until he could convince her that it’s OK. It is. Really. And when she would move on with her day, he would stay behind, paralysed with a grief he couldn’t name and that wasn’t his. Should Brod become sick, it was the Kolker that would be bedridden by week’s end. Should Brod feel bored, knowing too many languages, too many facts, with too much knowledge to be happy, the Kolker would stay up all night studying her books, studying the pictures, so the next day he could try to make the kind of small talk that would please his young wife. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#nightmares #sadness #love