Patricia Briggs Quotes

The best monsters are our anxieties given form. They make sense on the level of a dream - or a nightmare.

In terms of fear, I still am most afraid of Freddie Kruger.

The whole campfire idea freaked Piper out. It made her think of that huge purple bonfire in the dreams, and her father tied to a stake. What she got instead was almost as terrifying: a sing-along.

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.

I could see her get all nervous but she was also excited. Nightmares have that quality, don't they?

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.

It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

The thing about nightmares was that you couldn't prepare for them. They sneaked up on you when you were most vulnerable.

I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.

I mean, we've all had those dreams where, you know, we try to cry out and our voice won't come.

Cyclops, that's like this primal fear. I had dreams for years that the Cyclops was a small creature living in our huge fish tank at home, and at night, it was going to grow to full size and come after me.

As much as I dream, I have nightmares.

The greater your dreams, the more terrible your nightmares.

Where hopes are unrealistic, fears often become exaggerated; where dreams alone are blueprints, nightmares result.

After I binged last night -or was it tonight - I was convinced yet again that there were people coming to get me. It was more than just shadows and voices, more than just fantasies....it was real, and I was scared to my core.My bones were shaking...m heart was pounding...I thought I was going to explode. I'm glad I have you to talk to, to write this down. I tried to keep it all together, but then I gave in to the manes and became one with my insanity.

But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

Mystical state, madness, how it frightens people. How utterly crazy they become, remote, rude, peculiar, cruel, taunting, farouche as wild beasts who have smelled danger, the unthinkable.

I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice, of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air, stepping lightly even in death, and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow, and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness, and he is waiting. I dream in black and white, and I dream of him. I dream of Caleb, who does not exist, and I am afraid.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

We have all our private terrors, our particular shadows, our secret fears. We are afraid in a fear which we cannot face, which none understands, and our hearts are torn from us, our brains unskinned like the layers of an onion, ourselves the last.

If people could see the inside of my brain, I would be in prison.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

There is some consolation in the fact that, even though your dreams don't come true, neither do your nightmares.

Mazer, i don't want to keep dreaming these things. I'm afraid to sleep. I keep thinking of things i don't want to remember. My whole life keeps playing out as if i were a recorder and someone else wanted to watch the most terrible parts of my life