#nightmare

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

— Philip Roth

#awake #history #i #i am #nightmare

My dreams are of water. And my nightmares. ↗

— Siouxsie Sioux

#nightmares #water

Getting trapped back in the '80s, it's almost like a comic nightmare, which for me is a very real nightmare. Every time I flip through the cable, I have flashbacks. ↗

— John Cusack

#back #cable #comic #every #every time

What about nightmares? Have you experienced sexual dreams of a dark nature? ↗

— S.M. Reine

#dreams #nightmares #dreams

Plans never go as planned, ever; that’s just how life is. People spend way too much time dreaming about a future they should be having more nightmares warning them against. But that doesn't mean you should let those bad dreams scare you away; all those nightmares want is respect. If you give them that, they’ll give you the space you need. Unless, of course, they’re the type of nightmares that have an appetite, then you’re fucked. ↗

— Dave Matthes

#death #dreams #fear #future #growing-up

Give them pleasure. The same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare. ↗

— Alfred Hitchcock

#movies #nightmare #pleasure #movies

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty. ↗

— Herbert Gold

#boils #brought #careers #demands #edge

I think my character's getting to the point where he can't even eat spaghetti with red sauce anymore, where he has horrible nightmares, he can't sleep anymore. ↗

— George Eads

#character #eat #even #getting #horrible

In my dream I know I am falling. But there is no up or down, no walls or sides or ceilings, just the sensation of cold and darkness everywhere. I am so scared I could scream. But when I open my mouth, nothing happens. And I wonder if you fall forever and never touch down, is it really still falling? I think I will fall forever. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#dream #dreams #falling #nightmare #death

Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby] ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#monsters #nightmare #poets #faith