#nightmares

My nightmare of nightmares is being overdressed for a casual event - I've done it! You have to have a real sense of what you want to communicate. ↗

— Nina Garcia

#casual #communicate #done #event #i

I don't paint dreams or nightmares, I paint my own reality. ↗

— Frida Kahlo

#dreams #inspirational #nightmares #painting #art

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality. ↗

— Frida Kahlo

#i #my own #never #nightmares #own

Briar: "They never tell you some things. They tell you mages have wonderful power and they learn all kinds of secrets. Nobody ever mentions that some secrets you don't ever want to learn." Rosethorn: "All you can do is learn good to balance the bad. Learn and do all the good within your reach. Then, if you wake in a sweat, you have something to set against the dream. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#balance #briar #good #magic #nightmares

You never know. Maybe when we’re dreaming…we’re more lucid than when we are awake. ↗

— Katherine Angela Yeboah

#dreams #lucid-dreams #nightmares #sleep #dreams

I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#haunting #nightmares #villains #death

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

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

I always imagined that having a baby is something that I'm going to keep in a private place, but maybe my curse is that all I'm going to want to do is tell everybody about what my birth process was like and what my children's nightmares are. ↗

— Lena Dunham

#always #baby #birth #children #curse