#nightmares

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

I grew up on the old EC comic books before the Comics Code in North American and with all sort of good-natured fun. I never had nightmares I think because all of the old horror stuff that I was exposed to was well meaning in a certain sense. ↗

— George A. Romero

#because #before #books #certain #code

I still have nightmares about taking tests. ↗

— Bruce Jenner

#i #nightmares #still #taking #tests

I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered my nightmares because of my dreams. ↗

— Jonas Salk

#conquered #dreams #had #i #nightmares

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

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

He smelled like alcohol and a bad dream. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fear #michael #nightmares #scary #dreams

Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it, we go nowhere - Carl Sagan ↗

— T.S. Garp

#dreams #magic #nightmares #poems #dreams

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fear #horror #insanity #loneliness #madness