Quotes About Suffocation

She waited for the suffocation of sleep.

Our lungs are gradually being depleted of oxygen. Perhaps it's time to use whatever breath remains in our bodies to say: Open the bloody gates.

And we were married and all the windows were open but the smell of flowers was so thick and sickly sweet. I felt like I might choke to death.

A leash is a rope with a noose at both ends.

La oscuridad se poblaba. Oía pasos. Algo se amontonaba por encima de mí, se adueñaba de mí, me envolvía y me penetraba, impalpable, inconsistente. Petrificado, dejé de respirar, no había aire para respirar.

It was like drowning, only from the inside out.

There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.

You ever love somebody so much You can barely breathe When you're with them

Sometimes she wondered how it were possible to be so far from the sea and still feel as if she were drowning.

Evangelicals love the Bible. They live their entire lives by it. But they have hugged the Bible so tightly that they have suffocated it.

He came like he meant to drown the world.

I know I feel like Gulliver sometimes, weighed down by little men. There are so many people in this house, I'm a queen bee, with every muscle dragging. I'm the heart of a cluster, black, dripping, sucking, hanging.

I've been buried alive!

Your baby doesn't need a pillow for her head, and you should not use one. Likewise, it's best to keep stuffed animals out of your baby's crib or cradle; little babies don't care much about them, and they may pose a suffocation

If you've got 30 people standing in a very small room with about 10 lights in 40 degree heat and 98% humidity, there's no air and it starts to drive you a bit mad!

I felt no particular allegiance to the town. This was the place my sister died, the place I started cutting myself. A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It's the kind of place that leaves a mark.

she woke up, unable to breathe through a pillow pressed over her face.

No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.

my mother put me in the box and made it very clear that her love was conditional upon my remaining in the box.

He chattered on with the larger group, reclining indolently on one elbow on the blanket, sucking on the end of a blade of grass, and resisting with all the power of his will the urge to jump to his feet and stride off through the trees alone. He felt rather as if he were suffocating.

You don't cross a mangrove. You'd spike yourself on the roots of the mangrove trees. You'd be sucked down and suffocated by the brackish mud.

One of those hot, rainy days where you feel like you're breathing your own breath out of a paper bag.

His eyes were still on me, but they no longer perceived. I stepped back, out of their sightless ambit, and paused to observe the scene. It looked like what it almost was: a weightlifting addict, alone and late at night, tries to handle more than he can, gets caught under the bar, suffocates and dies there. A bizarre accident.

Anyone who tries to imprison love will cut off the spring that feeds it, and the trapped water will grow stagnant and rank.