Quotes About Suffocation

A drowning man groping for a twig.

When I got to college, when I finally fled the suffocation that I'd built around myself—because, to my father's credit, he'd never asked me to captain our plagued family's ship—it all collapsed.

Había sido demasiado amor, tanto como el que yo podía dar, más del que me convenía. Fue demasiado amor. Y luego, nada.

Corsets are always hard to wear.

A full week cooped up in the hotel? Just shoot me now.

so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

Her voice had been the only sound in the room for ten minutes or more, and it had been continuous. She seemed keenly aware of this, but aware too that if she allowed herself to stop the house would fill with a silence as thick as water, an impossibly deep, wide pool in which she would flounder and drown.

Animals can be driven crazy by placing too many in too small a pen. Homo sapiens is the only animal that voluntarily does this to himself.

I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.

Air grew heavy, damp, almost solid. I was breathing bricks.

It can be nice and still be a prison.

Religion has kept all of us suffocated, I can't raise my voice you can't raise your voice, still they call us fundamentalists.

Sim, ele dormia, acordava, e as vezes, até fazia suas refeições ali dentro. Nesse estranho quarto sem janelas, esse quarto onde os ventos jamais sopravam e as árvores jamais rumorejavam, um quarto com ares de caixão, a tumba onde ele foi enterrado vivo. Ele escolhera viver em um caixão mesmo antes de ter sido assassinado. Um quarto de prazeres e de morte, envolto no perfume duradouro de mulher e o odor de seu próprio corpo.

A person desperately searching for love," Merlin said, "reminds me of a fish desperately searching for water.

If you want to destroy something in this life, be it an acne, a blemish or the human soul, all you need to do is to surround it with thick walls. It will dry up inside.

He knew that, from now on, every day would be alike, that they would all bring the same sufferings. And he saw the weeks, the months, the years that awaited him, gloomy and implacable, coming one after the other, falling on him and suffocating him bit by bit. When the future is without hope, the present takes on a vile, bitter taste.

Jack. He'd never give us a phone, or a window. Ma takes my thumbs and squeezes them. We are people in a book, and he wont let anybody else read it.

Jack. He'd never give us a phone, or a window. Ma takes my thumbs and squeezes them. We're like people in a book, and he won't let anybody else read it.

Can freedom become a burden, too heavy for man to bear, something he tries to escape from?

that August in Sacramento tried to kill people with fire and suffocation.

Boredom was my bedmate and it was hogging the sheets.

You see — I've never had any real life. I've just — breathed.

love can die from being withheld, like a flower that is so beautiful you hide it away from the sun trying to make it last longer;

I felt the crumpled paper that had taken the place of my lungs expand as if released from a fist.