Strangle Quotes

“The rain set early in tonight,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
And did its best to vex the lake:
I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
She shut the cold out and the storm,
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up and all the cottage warm;”
― Robert Browning

“True love is wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone you would sometimes also like to strangle.”
― Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading 2

“Men of profound sadness betray themselves when they are happy: they have a mode of seizing upon happiness as though they would choke and strangle it, out of jealousy--ah, they know only too well that it will flee from them!”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

“He bit back a weary sigh and tried to remember strangling her would solve squat.”
― Kelly Moran, In diesem Moment

“People are laughing at me today for having holes in my pockets, and ink blood on my fingers-
a thirty-something old writer, who strangles words from dictionaries, and feeds on the decay of poetry.”
― Anthony Liccione, Please Pass Me, the Blood & Butter

“Every impulse that we strive to strangle broods in the mind and poisons us.”
― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn

“To spin the tale with great flourish but never live the tale is the power of vision strangled to fiction by the fiction of fear.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I don’t like clip-on neckties, because what if it’s got a secret remote-control tightener? Some killer could strangle me without even putting his hands on me. In the time of famine, the duck farmer is assassination target number one.”
― Jarod Kintz, One Out of Ten Dentists Agree: This Book Helps Fight Gingivitis. Maybe Tomorrow I’ll Ask Nine More Dentists.: A BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm Production

“Don't strangle a struggler.”
― Richie Norton

“The police love to strangle their victims, they call it a ‘Choke Hold’.”
― Steven Magee

“Physiologically, Gef was not a mongoose. He did not possess the almost canine forepaws of his supposed species but tiny articulated, three-fingered (and a thumb) appendages that could manipulate items and, as occasion demanded, squeeze the life out of the rabbits he would gift.”
― Thomm Quackenbush, The Curious Case of the Talking Mongoose