Nina Conti Quotes

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

Since I was shot, everything is such a dream to me. Like I don't know whether I'm alive or whether I died. I wasn't afraid before. And having been dead once, I shouldn't feel fear. But I am afraid. I don't understand why.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

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

I try to dream about peaceful things, beaches, that is what I cannot understand. Why are they chasing me?

My heart beats, echoes into the cold streets where nightmares and darkness begin to meet.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

I had a difficult childhood. I had lots of anxiety and questions. I found the world scary and intimidating.

With 'Hereditary', I wanted to make a film about what bothers me about life.

That's not a real answer.' Says who?' Says me. I mean real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence.' Clowns.

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.

How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier.

An evil conscience is often quiet, but never secure.

Death approaches, which is always impending like the stone over Tantalus: then comes superstition with which he who is imbued can never have peace of mind.

There's always that fear of your own head and the things you're going to think.

We are only troubled by the fears which we, and not nature, give ourselves, for they add to the state in which we are the passions of the state in which we are not.

Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.

I know a lot about fear in itself, and lived with fear a lot. Lived with anxiety a lot, lived with the things that - most human beings, at some stage in their lives, are going to live with these feelings.

If I must have an ill, may it be real, That I may meet it eye to eye and fight, And wheresoever it may strength reveal Get after it with all my main and might. The woe that but impends and wears the mind With worry deep and most vexatious care, Is harder fighting than the realler kind, For when you come to strike—it isn't there!

I had a terror-since September -I could tell to none-and so I sing, as the Boy does by the Burying Ground-because I am afraid.

In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.

A wicked conscience mouldeth goblins swift as frenzy thoughts.

Write about the thing that frightens you most.

Remembering how my mother looked before she gave birth to my sister is frightening. But even more frightening is the feeling that I wanted them to catch me and beat me. Why did I want to be punished? Shadows out of the past clutch at my legs and drag me down. I open my mouth to scream, but I am voiceless. My hands are trembling, I feel cold, and there is a distant humming in my ears.

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.