Quotes About Suffocation

In the feeble glimmer of that light, we spent a sleepless night, all thinking of the same thing, the death that was concealed across the threshold of the coming dawn. Although the wind blew in through the cracked windowpanes, we thought that we would suffocate. "Enemy" planes flew overhead. The eerie wail of sirens went through the camp. Finally, the pale day broke.

I am choking in the suffocating foul air of the harbor. I want to hoist my sails in the open sea, even though a tempest may be blowing. Furled sails are always dirty. Those who would deride me are so many furled sails. They can do nothing.

At first, I was grateful to be the object of such intense desire. Yet what's flattering in the first year can be suffocating in the eighth.

Os homens desesperados vivem pendurados no espaço à maneira das figuras pintadas nas paredes, sem respirar, sem falar, sem escutar ninguém.

Going forward felt like I was voluntarily suffocating myself in warm wax that slid into my ears and nose and required almost more bravery than I possessed.

Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.

Life in a box was unbearable. How did humans stand it?

Here is the boy, drowning.

He no longer yearned for his life in the cave. He had experienced that life once and it had proved unlivable. Just as had his other experience - life among human beings. He was suffocated by both worlds. He no longer wanted to live at all.

In questi soffocati processi decisionali, io dimostravo una soglia d'attenzione pari a quella di un adolescente drogato.

She was a whirlpool, she was a whirlpool, And I very nearly drowned.

Like a drowning man with a Styrofoam cooler.

Alexander was suffocating under the weight of his love.

I can't brethe." She was embracing him the way he used to embrace her in Lazarevo. And for the same reason. "Open your mouth," she whispered, leaning onto his face. "I'll breath for you.

Emotion was pressing hard on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe. I don't need to breathe now, she thought. I've breathed all my life.

The oppressors do not perceive their monopoly on having more as a privilege which dehumanizes others and themselves. They cannot see that, in the egoistic pursuit of having as a possessing class, they suffocate in their own possessions and no longer are; they merely have.

With insecure attachments, "a child unwittingly memorizes the precise lesson of that troubled relationship: that love is suffocation, that anger is terrifying, that dependence is humiliating, or one of a million crippling variations.