Quotes About Suffocation

If I'm with someone for too long, I begin feeling trapped.

For the first five years of Luca's life, I desperately wanted to be a good mother and not to pass on this trauma and darkness that his father and I had experienced, but there's a danger of suffocating your kids, too.

The editing process, to use a slightly grim analogy, is like the slow suffocation of lots of babies. It's like, which finger do you want to cut off first?

Marriage is like a cage one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside desperate to get out...

...his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.

You make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all. You make it hard for me to breathe.

You think I'm perfect, but I feel like a songbird trapped in a cage.

The girl who said 'no' — she doesn't exist anymore, she died last summer — suffocated in smoke from something on fire inside her.

I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.

People had to want to stay, choose to be with you, or it meant nothing. There were physical cages and there were emotional ones. Holding onto someone too tightly made it hard for them to breathe, and eventually, inevitably, they'd do one of two things: suffocate or run, leaving you feeling like hell either way.

She lives at my discretion. I can take her breath. I can give it back.

It was like being owned." "Some women like that." "Not me." "Perhaps it depends on the man doing the owning." "I doubt it. I couldn't breathe with him kissing me." "One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence.

I pressed down warnings and hopes, so my lungs were tight, and learned then why desire is called a crush. To be crushed. I would die of it.

Help me, I can't breathe, your ego is pushing all the air out of the room.

My patience is an infinite lake. Feel free to drown yourself.

I'm a mother myself, and sometimes mothers get a bad rap just because they've tried to do their job. Some people have more of a knack for it than others do, but almost all of it falls to, 'My mother's suffocating me.' Whatever.

It sounds kind of farfetched, yet I can't tell you how many people have had this syndrome... the 'Old Hag Syndrome.' Apparently, there's this little old lady who comes into your room at night, sits on your chest and tries to suffocate you. You can Google her - she'll pop up. She's out there.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

Whenever someone says the word community, I want to reach for an oxygen mask.

Draw a breath, a deep breath, now hold it, my friends, hold it long for the world the world drowns.

Closing in a noose around her neck, the sound blocked the outside world – its air, its light.

I gulped air, so disoriented that I tried to swallow it, like food.

The town office building has a giant filing cabinet full of death certificates that say choked to death on his own anger or suffocated from unexpressed feelings of unhappiness.

The hot stifling room had gone even more stifling, a thickness like the worst days of summer, the air hot and moist under a smothering weight of still leaves that stopped the wind from ever getting through.