Nora Roberts Quotes

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

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

I just can't wake from these scary dreams.

I have a lot of nightmares.

I was screaming constantly, on the set, in my room... everywhere.

I think grief and fear are going to come to him suddenly. They'll be undiluted and words won't work. We're all going to get hit and won't know how to hit back. I wish I knew the answers, how to help myself and the people who will hurt all around me.

Can’t sleep ‘cause all the dirt make my heart hurt

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

I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

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

You can’t keep messing me around like this. It’s been going on too long. I can’t take it anymore. I get sick every time you come around. Then I get sick when you leave. You’re like a disease to me.

Everyone just screams and screams and screams. I have accepted it as real now, but it still feels surreal.

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

Tell me where are the flashbacks they all warned us would come?

I have to remind myself to breathe -- almost to remind my heart to beat!

You’ve been here before. It won’t kill you. It feels like you can’t breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you’ll never stop crying, but you actually will.

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

I'm not looking at anything now. I'll look at it at the time. What I have seen, what I've seen is so bad.

I am as vulnerable and fragile as it is possible to be. I am shredded to the core. I am at the point where I am stripped bare.

If anyone ever asks you what panic is, now you can tell them: an emotional blank spot that leaves you feeling as if you've been sucking on a mouthful of pennies.

Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you.

Anxiety destroys scale, and suffering makes us lose perspective.

He was screaming like my wife.

Of course I tensed up when he touched me. To be with him was to hurt him-inevitably. And that's what I'd felt as he reached for me: I'd felt as though I were committing an act of violence against him, because I was.