Quotes About Suffocation

That was what death was like: trapped in a small space with a big weight holding you down for all eternity.

My God, my God, I find in thy book that fear is a stifling spirit, a spirit of suffocation; that Ishbosheth could not speak, nor reply in his own defence to Abner, because he was afraid.

È brutto il cerchio del giorno vuoto, quando la sera ti si stringe intorno al collo come un cappio.

my mother, before she became my mother, was followed by the man with whom she would make love, who would cover her with his name, who would annihilate her with his alphabet.

The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.

A person upon his awakening can't believe as how most people live together without being true to one another and even more surprising than this is that they don't feel any suffocation in such an artificial relation.

A person who does not feel suffocation by wearing mask over own mouth as a protection to anonymous virus is either a fool or a fake keeping double-face for years.

A person with human emotions feels suffocation on seeing often around ownself a lot of people, but a self-seeker who is devoid of human sentiments feels proud on seeing oft around oneself public crowd and to please self only even pays them money to praise and raise slogan in favour of his name aloud.

Self-obsessed being a negative person feels suffocation on not getting appreciation on uploaded countenance on social media literally everyday from the networking people.

Two types of people only neither felt suffocation by wearing mask-over-mouth nor had ever objection to putting on face mask and taking stupid vaccination and rather many felt exhilaration. One who were already hiding their real face behind an invisible mask before fake endemic aka pandemic theater started and have selfish heart with evil intention. Others who are in mega numbers with their foolish head that can't think anything of its own as it has malfunction.

Silas was tired of living in a world where everyone and everything held its breath.

What is it that I especially find utterly unendurable? That I cannot cope with, that makes me choke and faint? Bad air! Bad air! The approach of some ill-constituted thing; that I have to smell the entrails of some ill-constituted soul!

And the entire world was just as bad; it was perishing of pollution, drowning and suffocating in chemical and atomic poisons, detergents and insecticides, industrial effluvia, smog, the stench of sulfuric acid, the quantities of steel, cement, aluminum ever bright, eternal plastics, omnipresent paper, gas and electron floods - electro-mephitic city-stuff indeed!

Svetlana did not know how to be alone. Alone, she felt totally exposed. She thought she would be safe if only she could entwine her life in another, but then, once she had achieved this, she would feel suffocated, a pattern that would take her decades to break, if she ever succeeded.

You're suffocating me! I hate you! Hate!

There is a way of breathing that's a shame and a suffocation and there's another way of expiring, a love breath, that lets you open infinitely.

the many artificial ways in which we distance ourselves from the earth—in the form of pavements and multi-storied structures, or even the widespread trend of wearing high heels—involves an alienation of the part from the whole and suffocates the fundamental life process. This

Time rises and rises, and when it reaches the level of your eyes you drown.

For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already she was like that too; she was one of them, her body the same, identical, merged with that other flesh that choked the air in the flowered room with its sweet organic scent; she felt suffocated by this thick sargasso-sea of femininity.

But nothing I ever gave was good for you; it was like white bread to goldfish. They cram and cram, and it kills them, and they drift in the pool, belly-up, making stunned faces and playing on our guilt as if their own toxic gluttony was not their fault.

I was suffocating even before we left the house, but no one bothered to ask me how I felt.

They are trying to live, but they have no room to breathe. So they try harder and breathe less.

Japan: A stranger hands you a stone and asks you to hold it. Puzzled, you take it. The stone grows. And grows until you are crushed

His breath hurt her lungs, in and out, in and out, as if he breathed the smoke and ash he saw.