Quotes About Suffocation

The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.

Envy so thick and so black I felt like I was choking on it.

Even paradise can be suffocating

Lumea are nevoie s? te cuprind?, pentru totdeauna, într-o definiÅ£ie simpl?, scurt? ÅŸi definitiv?, asupra c?reia niciodat? s? nu revin?. Iar insul este obligat s? se conformeze propriei sale definiÅ£iuni. Uneori îi place. Alteori se sufoc?.

And you're sucking up all our oxygen in here for what reason?

El calor es una materia espesa que casi puede moldearse con las manos», escribe durante la canícula, «te pesa en los hombros como una mochila, y se te aferra a la cabeza como una pesadilla».

A strange sort of claustrophobia. Though he'd grown up in Fair Isle and that was smaller than Whalsay, here he felt trapped, as if it was hard to breathe.

In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.

Tom Molia stood at the bottom, four feet deep, bare chested, coughing spasmodically into his shirt, which he pressed tightly over his nose and mouth.

I could almost hear my books in the living room, boarded up in their Jefferson bookcases, crying out to me, like someone stuck in an elevator, or a coffin: "Let us out of here. We're suffocating. Let us out. Let us OUT!" And I started to laugh. "I'll be down in a minute," I said.

Since I was dead — or worse than dead, buried alive in a body that might as well be a coffin except it denied me the pleasure of suffocation — I figured I should be allowed to grieve.

Time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

It was a solid punch, and a lucky one. But not for him. It crushed his larynx. He went down on the floor again and suffocated. It was reasonably quick. About a minute and a half. There was nothing I could do for him. I'm not a doctor.

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

Home, home - a few small rooms, stiflingly over-inhabited by a man, by a periodically teeming woman, by rabble of boys and girls of all ages. No air, no space; an understerilized prison; darkness, disease and smells.

She treated Vanessa and me as if we were visiting budgerigars that needed to be fed and then put somewhere dark for the night.

How he loathed his life-long slavery to the clock, that pervasive intimate negative opposed to every spontaneous impulse. "It's the clock that is the nay-sayer to life," he thought

If you hold a bird too tightly, you'll crush its wings

I stood where they'd left me. I watched them get smaller and smaller as they went down the hallway, leaving me there without a word, not even looking back. Only I was getting smaller and smaller, being swallowed up in the suffocating emptiness of the silent house; so that by the time they came back again, I would have disappeared.

He'd been unhappy, restless, irritable since leaving Surrey. He'd lived on memories of her. Her absence slowly strangled him. The instant he took Antonia in his arms, he breathed again.

He saw the young man's face in the mirror up on the wall, he saw the thick wind-ruffled hair and the little scar on the cheekbone. The face moved in the mirror and when he looked round he could not see it anywhere in the room, and when he wanted to call out the sickness choked him, and now he tried to fight the icy sickness, but like whales the waves of it fell on him till he was pounded and drowned, and while he froze suffocating and could not move or breathe...

Et, quand vous ne pouvez pas raconter, vous avez l'impression de mourir d'étouffement.

Free as air; that's what they say- free as air. Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.