Suffocate Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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id-suffocate-from-my-own-cowardice-julia-glass
suffocate-in-blood-belphegor
i-suffocate-myself-but-i-still-drown-in-you
love-must-not-suffocate-but-breathe-on-its-own-soraya-naomi
a-man-can-suffocate-on-courtesy-henry-david-thoreau
the-more-you-cling-to-what-was-the-more-you-suffocate-the-life-out-of-this-moment
one-sure-way-to-kill-dream-is-to-suffocate-it-with-worry-temitope-ibrahim
affliction-is-more-apt-to-suffocate-imagination-than-to-stimulate-it-denise-levertov
words-know-how-to-suffocate-lies-to-exhale-truth-munia-khan
i-just-wanna-have-fun-breathe-but-i-cant-do-either-one-them-when-i-suffocate-myself-with-depression-lisa-m-cronkhite
the-father-figure-is-something-i-love-but-also-suffocate-from-and-want-to-work-against
as-uncomfortable-as-it-might-be-i-refuse-to-let-comfort-being-agreed-with-suffocate-my-opinions-mokokoma-mokhonoana
horses-cannot-breathe-through-their-mouth-if-their-nostrils-become-obstructed-they-could-suffocate
the-more-you-cling-to-what-wasthe-more-you-suffocate-the-life-out-of-this-moment-learned-to-let-go-and-live-for-now
you-said-this-was-over-when-you-suffocate-the-truth-trade-for-nothing-the-kisses-distances-and-clinging-to-my-weaknesses-emery
cursed-is-our-love-as-we-long-for-each-other-like-wounded-doves-with-these-feelings-we-suffocate-heena-jadav-sunil
a-sagittarius-easily-starts-feeling-trapped-or-closed-in-dont-suffocate-them
some-fear-future-that-they-suffocate-present-its-like-committing-suicide-to-avoid-being-murdered-richard-paul-evans
always-be-your-husbands-best-friend-make-him-laugh-give-him-little-bit-freedom-you-cant-suffocate-him
hiding-under-sheets-that-brush-my-face-falling-feathers-cover-suffocateme-mr-gnome
in-night-as-you-sleep-the-web-begins-to-form-across-your-face-to-suffocate-and-kill-before-dawn-venom
injustice-coupled-with-racism-is-highly-explosive-mixture-in-which-world-threatens-to-suffocate-kristian-goldmund-aumann
the-right-belief-is-like-good-cloak-i-think-if-it-fits-you-well-it-keeps-you-warm-safe-the-wrong-fit-however-can-suffocate-brandon-sanderson
pedagogy-like-language-itself-can-either-liberate-imprison-ideas-inspire-suffocate-constructive-thinking-hyman-bass
she-fully-expected-to-see-maniacal-killer-raising-his-arms-with-plastic-bag-in-his-hands-to-suffocate-her-elle-klass
stagnancy-will-suffocate-business-leadership-must-be-dynamic-evolving-to-ensure-successful-growth-enhancement-longevity-steve-maraboli
i-am-convinced-that-floods-personal-disaster-can-never-drown-determined-revolutionary-nor-can-cumulus-misery-that-accompanies-tragedy-suffocate-nelson-mandela
should-i-string-her-up-strangle-her-in-bed-suffocate-that-venomous-head-or-perhaps-ill-just-whip-her-to-death-listen-do-me-favor-kill-my-wife-rod-stewart
the-demon-lord-was-set-aflame-and-spread-his-wings-around-world-to-burn-to-maim-to-suffocate-and-to-restore-balance-thou-art-lord
never-worry-that-rote-exercises-aimed-at-developing-skills-will-suffocate-creativity-at-same-time-its-important-to-recognize-that-demonstrating-great-twyla-tharp
in-name-motherhood-fatherhood-education-good-manners-we-threaten-suffocate-bind-ensnare-bribe-trick-children-into-wholesale-emulation-our-june-jordan
acceptance-doesnt-mean-predictability-sex-isnt-always-for-11-at-night-its-also-meet-at-hotel-room-at-noon-what-you-feel-during-dating-can-exist-at-esther-perel
theres-fine-line-between-love-hatelove-frees-soul-in-same-breath-can-sometimes-suffocate-it-cecelia-ahern
love-is-like-blanket-it-will-keep-you-warm-but-it-might-also-suffocate-you-also-its-probably-covered-with-cat-hairlove-i-mean-jarod-kintz
i-am-believer-in-smaller-government-limited-government-less-regulation-less-taxes-because-i-think-to-have-more-those-things-we-suffocate-entrepreneurial-spirit-this-nation
in-every-novel-i-write-about-something-place-experience-emotion-with-which-im-intimately-familiar-but-its-also-crucial-to-me-that-i-take-on-challenges-if-write-only-inside-my-com
what-would-you-do-with-whole-world-in-your-hands-id-like-to-watch-it-burn-id-like-to-watch-you-suffocate-digital-summer
if-i-had-challenges-in-my-company-i-would-not-hesitate-to-sell-assets-to-remain-afloat-to-get-to-better-times-because-it-doesnt-make-any-sense-for-me-to-keep-any-assets-then-suff
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whatever-questions-that-trouble-you-just-get-up-ask-dont-let-them-suffocate-you-because-questions-not-asked-will-stay-questions-unanswered-mansi-soni
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hurt-shouldnt-pile-up-like-this-inside-someone-no-one-should-suffocate-beneath-pain-on-top-pain-you-should-have-time-to-breathe-time-to-scream-it-out-until-it-doesnt-exist-anymor
the-ultimate-dead-end-is-murder-my-house-is-on-deadend-street-its-killing-me-my-house-is-small-its-trying-to-suffocate-me-jarod-kintz
he-looks-forlornly-ahead-him-gazing-at-road-but-looking-at-nothing-in-particular-the-whole-world-is-one-big-giant-ball-light-to-him-he-feels-like-bug-inside-it-waiting-to-be-squa
with-chaste-heart-with-pure-eyes-i-celebrate-your-beauty-holding-leash-blood-so-that-it-might-leap-out-trace-your-outline-where-you-lie-down-in-my-ode-as-in-land-forests-in-surf-
There were usually not nearly as many sick people inside the hospital as Yossarian saw outside the hospital, and there were generally fewer people inside the hospital who were seriously sick. There was a much lower death rate inside the hospital than outside the hospital, and a much healthier death rate. Few people died unnecessarily. People knew a lot more about dying inside the hospital and made a much neater job of it. They couldn't dominate Death inside the hospital, but they certainly made her behave. They had taught her manners. They couldn't keep Death out, but while she was there she had to act like a lady. People gave up the ghost with delicacy and taste inside the hospital. There was none of that crude, ugly ostentation about dying that was so common outside of the hospital. They did not blow-up in mid-air like Kraft or the dead man in Yossarian's tent, or freeze to death in the blazing summertime the way Snowden had frozen to death after spilling his secret to Yossarian in the back of the plane. 'I'm cold, ' Snowden had whimpered. 'I'm cold.' 'There, there, ' Yossarian had tried to comfort him. 'There, there.' They didn't take it on the lam weirdly inside a cloud the way Clevinger had done. They didn't explode into blood and clotted matter. They didn't drown or get struck by lightning, mangled by machinery or crushed in landslides. They didn't get shot to death in hold-ups, strangled to death in rapes, stabbed to death in saloons, blugeoned to death with axes by parents or children, or die summarily by some other act of God. Nobody choked to death. People bled to death like gentlemen in an operating room or expired without comment in an oxygen tent. There was none of that tricky now-you-see-me-now-you-don't business so much in vogue outside the hospital, none of that now-I-am-and-now-I-ain't. There were no famines or floods. Children didn't suffocate in cradles or iceboxes or fall under trucks. No one was beaten to death. People didn't stick their heads into ovens with the gas on, jump in front of subway trains or come plummeting like dead weights out of hotel windows with a whoosh!, accelerating at the rate of thirty-two feet per second to land with a hideous plop! on the sidewalk and die disgustingly there in public like an alpaca sack full of hairy strawberry ice cream, bleeding, pink toes awry.

Joseph Heller
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I imagined my coffin being closed, and the screws being turned. I was immobile, but I was alive, and I wanted to tell my family that I was seeing everything. I wanted to tell them all that I loved them, but not a sound came out of my mouth. My father and mother were weeping, my wife and my friends were gathered around, but I was completely alone! With all of the people dear to me standing there, no one was able to see that I was alive and that I had not yet accomplished all that I wanted to do in this world. I tried desperately to open my eyes, to give a sign, to beat on the lid of the coffin. But I could not move any part of my body. I felt the coffin being carried toward the grave. I could hear the sound of the handles grinding against their fittings, the steps of those in the procession, and conversations from this side and that. Someone said that he had a date for dinner later on, and another observed that I had died early. The smell of flowers all around me began to suffocate me. I remembered how I had given up trying to establish a relationship with two or three women, fearing their rejection. I remembered also the number of times I had failed to do what I wanted to do, thinking I could always do it later. I felt very sorry for myself, not only because I was about to be buried alive but also because I had been afraid to live. Why be fearful of saying no to someone or of leaving something undone when the most important thing of all was to enjoy life fully? There I was, trapped in a coffin, and it was already too late to go back and show the courage I should have had. There I was, having played the role of my own Judas, having betrayed myself. There I was, powerless to move a muscle, screaming for help, while the others were involved in their lives, worrying about what they were going to do that night, admiring statues and buildings that I would never see again. I began to feel how unfair it was to have to be buried while others continued to live. I would have felt better if there had been a catastrophe and all of us had been in the same boat, heading for the same abyss toward which they were carrying me now. Help! I tried to cry out. I'm still alive. I haven't died. My mind is still functioning! They placed my coffin at the edge of the grave. They are going to bury me! My wife is going to forget all about me; she will marry someone else and spend the money we have struggled to save for all these years! But who cares about that. I want to be with her now, because I'm alive! I hear sobs, and I feel tears falling from my eyes, too. If my friends were to open my coffin now, they would see my tears and save me. But instead all I feel is the lowering of the coffin into the ground. Suddenly, everything is dark. A moment ago, there was a ray of light at the edge of the coffin, but now the darkness is complete. The grave diggers' shovels are filling in the grave, and I'm alive! Buried alive! I sense that the air is being cut off, and the fragrance of the flowers is awful. I hear the mourners' departing footsteps. My terror is total. I'm not able to do anything; if they go away now, it will soon be night, and no one will hear me knocking on the lid of my coffin! The footsteps fade, nobody hears my screams, and I am alone in the darkness; the air is heavy, and the smell of the flowers is driving me crazy. Suddenly, I hear a sound. It's the worms, coming to eat me alive. I try with all my strength to move the parts of my body, but I am inert. The worms begin to climb over my body. They are sticky and cold. They creep over my face and crawl into my shorts. One of them enters through my anus, and another begins to sneak into a nostril. Help! I'm being eaten alive, and nobody can hear me; nobody says a word to me. The worm that entered my nostril has reached my throat. I feel another invading my ear. I have to get out! Where is God; why doesn't he help me? They are beginning to eat at my throat, and soon I won't be able to scream!

Paulo Coelho
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