Claustrophobic Quotes

“Images of broken light dance behind my eyelids. How could this giant lamp compare to the sun?
Everything is wrong here. Shattered. Broken.
Like the light.
Like me.
I never thought about how important the sky was until I didn’t have one.
I am surrounded by walls.
I have just replaced one box for another.”
― Beth Revis, Across the Universe

“I find my room claustrophobic. It is small, but that's not what I mean. It's claustrophobic because I feel like I've been trapped here for so long, this floor forming the centre stage from where my life story is playing out.”
― Ali Pantony, Almost Adults

“I looked up at the ivory towers above us all. Nowhere else equals the feral design of this city. Tall skyscrapers that act as gorges hollowing out between flat cement dancing into narrow alleyways like bottomless pits. Building walls rusted the color of blood. Sometimes when you look down the horizon from afar the city looks wider than it is, like a thin field of magical lights gleaming with the hopes of children and idealists; a light on at midnight in one of the penthouses or the changing hues of the Empire State Building. Most of the time though, the city is covered with a layer of honking cars and greed, sirens and the war cry of solicitors, all full of brambles and impenetrable conscience; garbage, steaming manholes, and heat waves twirling smog and pollution through your lungs like mirages as you walk breathlessly through a boiling desert.”
― Bruce Crown, How Dim the Promised Land

“Facebook asks me what's on my mind. Twitter asks me what's going on. LinkedIn wants me to reconnect with my colleagues. And YouTube tells me what to watch. Social Media is no reality show or Big Brother. It's but a smothering mother!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes

“This place felt like a tomb. Maybe it was mine.”
― Ruth Ware, The Woman in Cabin 10

“Min has brought me a present of my own. It is a shiny pink apron. On the apron there are words, curling white and maggoty letters: 'Little lady'. Min holds the apron in front of my face until I am forced to look at it. She slips the string over my head and ties the back securely with a double knot.”
― Alice Ash, Paradise Block