#nightmares

I woke with sweat beading across my forehead and my hands balled into fists clutching the sheet over my eyes. The dreams. They were back. Haunting me relentlessly. I thought they were gone... I should've known better. (Rayne) ↗

— Kimberly Brockman

#haunting #nightmares #paranormal-romance #young-adult-fiction #dreams

I have a lot of nightmares. ↗

— James L. Brooks

#lot #nightmares

I no longer have the terrible nightmares that I used to have. Mao had just died in 1976, and China began to open up. For the first time scholarships to go to the West to study were awarded on academic merit. ↗

— Jung Chang

#awarded #began #china #died #first

Ninety percent of people's nightmares is standing in front of 1,000 people. Did you know that? And having to speak. You would have thought it would have been a madman tying you up and taking your eyes out. ↗

— Robbie Coltraine

#did #eyes #front #having #know

War is eternity jammed into frantic minutes that will fill a lifetime with dreams and nightmares. ↗

— John Cory

#eternity #fill #frantic #into #jammed

You have to know who you are, if you don't you have nightmares. ↗

— Stephen Rea

#nightmares #who #you

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

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

Mary awoke from her nightmare with a pounding heart, convinced that she had only imagined Elizabeth's cruel plot. A full moon was shining into her chamber, illuminating everything around her in silvery light. That was when she noticed for the first time that there were bars on her window. ↗

— Margaret George

#imagination

He smelled like alcohol and a bad dream. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fear #michael #nightmares #scary #dreams