We’re taking every step possible to prevent a traffic nightmare.

A dream business that doesn’t make money is a living nightmare.

Nightmare completed, another humiliating defeat. 10 goals in 2 game. It will take time to come out from such humiliating defeat for Brazilian fans. But I think when you like something, when you fall to...

I’d still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn’t happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the...

The triumph of the philosophy of Atheism is to free man from the nightmare of gods; it means the dissolution of the phantoms of the beyond.

Đêm ngủ gặp ác mộng mình có thể thoát ra bằng cách tỉnh dậy. Nhưng nếu thực tại chính là ác mộng mình không thể trốn nó bằng cách ngủ.

„To se dalo čekat. Tak pojďte.

Mademoiselle De Lafontaine – in right of her father, who was a German, assumed to be psychological, metaphysical and something of a mystic – now declared that when the moon shone with a light so...

Whatever. I know that when a monster is chasing you. You take your high-heeled shoes off. I’ve learned that … And you never, ever dangle your legs over the edge of the bed at night...

To swear day and night by media slander will make one a bigger victim than the slandered. It doesn’t take much to begin to fear a mere illusion of human badness.

Can’t wait to wake up.

There’s not one good thought in that place. There’s nothing but waste and want. I can feel his selfish cravings and an abyss of secrets I hope to never know.

Then the man smiled, and his smile was a shock, for it was all on one side, going up in the right cheek and down in the left.There was nothing, rationally speaking, to scare anyone...

Success is subjective. Your dream bank balance could be someone else’s nightmare.

Co si přeješ?”Co si přeju? Aby všechno bylo zase jako dřív. Jenže to už nikdy nebude.

I do dream every night but in the morning I regret.

So why do I write, torturing myself to put it down? Because in spite of myself I’ve learned some things. Without the possibility of action, all knowledge comes to one labeled “file and forget,” and...

One of the critical factors that make people’s dreams become nightmares is that they don’t know there is a cost to be paid!

Protect your dreams from your nightmare

The worst fear of the race yes, the world suddenly transformed into a senseless nightmare, horrible dissolution of things. Nothing compares, even oblivion is a sweet dream. You understand why, of course. Why this peculiar...

I couldn’t awake from the nightmare That sucked me in and pulled me underPulled me underOh… That was so real.

It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

The writer dreams awake. The killer nightmares awake. (L’écrivain rêve éveillé. – Le tueur cauchemarde éveillé)

Nightmare and dream both are not real, but I do always love my nightmare; because it offers me gratitude while the latter makes me disappointed.

If a Latina falls in love with someone who is insecure, it can be a nightmare.

The worst day was the day I got the knocking at the door and I got the news. I guess that’s every parents’ nightmare.

In the jumbled, fragmented memories I carry from my childhood there are probably nearly as many dreams as images from waking life. I thought of one which might have been my earliest remembered nightmare. I...

I’m not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.

We were happy. I know I ought to be able to tell you about it, yet I cannot, for while a nightmare will stay with you like hunger, when you awake from a happy dream,...

WRITER’S NIGHTMARE””I felt a grip on my arm that shook my body, forcefully pulling me toward a tunnel of darkness. The threat of consciousness stole my steady breath. For a moment I believed myself to...

You have to be very careful. Girls have to remember, everybody has to remember, that your spring break can go from being that postcard, that picture perfect postcard, to a nightmare in a flash. Really...

My nightmare is that I don’t want to be OK.

Pausing on the threshold, he looked in, conscious not so much of the few familiar sticks of furniture – the trucklebed, the worn strip of Brussels carpet, the chipped blue-banded ewer and basin, the framed...

It was so awful! And he kept on looking at me and I knew I must get out of bed or he’d come and touch me. I did, too, but when I got out I...

It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare, you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.””And what is that nightmare, Craig?””Life.