#ares

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day. ↗

— Mike Carey

#nightmares #dreams

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free. ↗

— Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

#accounted #annoyed #dearest #free #i

Thus fortified I might take my rest in peace. But dreams come through stone walls, light up dark rooms, or darken light ones, and their persons make their exists and their entrances as they please, and laugh at locksmiths. ↗

— Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

#nightmares #dreams

You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you...it's like you're betraying yourself ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#nightmares #dreams

Through the night we drove in a tangle of waking and sleeping, nightmares from hell and holy white dreams. ↗

— Glenda Millard

#drove #hell #holy #night #nightmares

Maldonado's face was ghastly. 'That' she said, pointing below the bed where the cat lurked, 'and that' - pointing to what lay on the floor - 'prove it was no dream. Do dreams leave marks behind them?' ("I'm Dangerous Tonight") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#nightmare #nightmares #dreams

Dreams so often become nightmares. Family can so easily become foes. And people are always more stupid than you give them credit for. ↗

— Mike A. Lancaster

#dreams #foes #nightmares #people #stupid

The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living. ↗

— David Herbert Lawrence

#care #cares #consciousness #european #got

Mary fell asleep early, but her dreams were most unpleasant. She was a mouse running across the kitchen floor, and Elizabeth was a sharp-clawed cat waiting silently to pounce. Then she was a wild deer being chased by famished dogs. Elizabeth was a laughing huntsman in black velvet, urging the ravenous pack onward with a whip. And then Mary was her true self, barefoot and in a bedgown, attempting to escape by night. But the castle was dark and the halls were a winding maze. Mary ran down long shadowy corridors, panting and out of breath, but at every turn she ran into blank walls or locked doors. At last she managed to yank open a door, expecting to breathe the sweet air of freedom. But the way was blocked by laughing faces, all of them growing larger and larger while Mary got smaller and smaller. There was Elizabeth . . . and Dudley . . . and Cecil . . . and Walsingham . . . and their loud laughter filled her ears, drowning her pleas like ocean waves. ↗

— Margaret George

#dreams

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever. ↗

— Aleksandar Hemon

#nightmares #shadows #life