Ozzy Osbourne Quotes

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

I wonder how well she sleeps at night, and what kind of dreams she has. I wish I could step into them like she steps into mine.

I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.

I have a lot of nightmares.

Sometimes I wake up laughing when I have a great dream. And sometimes I have nightmares - and I hate them.

Nightmares are releases.

I very often have night terrors. Just think of the worst possible situation, and it's a regular thing for me. I've died in my sleep twenty-three different ways.

My dreams are of water. And my 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

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

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

We all suffer from dreams

I kept having dreams all night. I thought they were touching me with their fingers. But dreams don't have fingers, they have fists, so it must have been scorpions.

There is an excitement about having nightmares.

I've had sleep paralysis.

I have a brother who is afraid to go to sleep, he dreams he's working.

Dreams should be forgotten when we wake. Or one day we will find ourselves unable to sleep.

I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.

The giant raised his fist, and a voice cut through the dream. "Leo!" Jason was shaking his shoulder. "Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?" Leo's eyes fluttered open. His arms were wrapped around the human-sized statue in Athena's hand. He must have been thrashing in his sleep. He clung to the victory goddess like he used to cling to his pillow when he had nightmares as a kid. (Man, that had been so embarrassing in the foster homes.) He disentangled himself and sat up, rubbing his face. "Nothing," he muttered. "we were just cuddling. Um, what's going on?

That’s the nice thing about dreams, the way you wake up before you fall.

Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, "Scio quid hoc est." As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of Ronan's back, Ronan himself disappeared entirely, and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer, and then Adam, who had become Kavinsky, said "Scio quid estis vos." He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it. Ronan woke with a start, ashamed and euphoric. The euphoria wore off long before the shame did. He was never sleeping again.

Unfortunately, a superabundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential for nightmares

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

Sometimes I see things, I think. Out of the corner of my eye, taunting me, and then it’s gone. And dreams. Such horrible dreams. What if something terrible happened to me? What if I am damaged?" The rain is a cool kiss on my sleeve as I link my arm with hers. "We’re all damaged somehow.