Quotes About Overwhelm

They used to be everywhere, Dad. Before we got to them. We took over everything! We deserve to be alone.

addicted to a rate of stimulations per second that she hasn't entirely kicked.

She fights to hold on to the thing she has just glimpsed. But traffic, bickering, business: the street's brutality begins to close in. She walks faster, on the brink of the old panic. Everything she has just won begins to fade again into the irresistible force of other people.

In that moment, I was not sad about any one thing, but about everything. The tragedies I had witnessed in the previous months all piled up and overflowed into one big, clumped-together sadness and suffering that I couldn't escape. It is what my friend William Paul Young calls the "Great Sadness," a pain so huge and deep, it feels as though it will never end. And yet the sadness was focused not on one particular issue but on all of them at once.

heard his cry but it was like an imagined sound, for it was mingled with the pulse of his life, and it seemed the rain was red blood gushing upon me from the sky, covering my body and mixing with the mud beneath us and around us until we were drowning in a great, thick lake of blood. My mind was empty except for that one thought of red rain steadily falling and then, finally, even that thought grew dim and there was stillness all around me. I

Most of us try to do too much because we are secretly afraid we will not be able to do anything at all.

But the very passions themselves were aroused within her soul, swaying it, lashing it, as the waves daily beat upon her splendid body. She trembled, she was choking, and the tears blinded her.

You try not to think about life's darkest things, but sometimes they just flood into your head and you can't stop them.

I sit, tired of reading. I am sick of books. I can't tell where I leave off and the books begin. I'm nobody. I'm a polluted nothing. A confessed sin, an open door, the clutterer in the clutter.

Things were slipping on me — oranges at first — then everything.

Then Jess gave himself over to the numbness that was buzzing to be let out from a corner of his brain.

certain smells were the custodians of memory. And once they were unleashed, their effect was instantaneous, like switching on a light – flooding the senses far too quickly and completely. They had the power to transport and overwhelm. For that reason, one needed to be wary of them.

I remember a huge tiredness coming over me, a kind of lethargy in the face of the tangled mess before me. It was like being given a maths problem when your brain's exhausted, and you know there's some far-off solution, but you can't work up the energy even to give it a go.

I spend the day running on a treadmill while madly juggling a half dozen grenades. It's a solid day of absolutely zero progress, and the best I can say, at the end of it, is that nothing exploded.

I could mentally lift the vision wholesale and stick it into the already overflowing "crazy shit I'll deal with later" box in my brain.

Walter marvelled anew at the indecent amount

I think apparatus burned out all over the ward trying to adjust to her come busting in like she did-took electronic readings on her and calculated they weren't built to handle something like this on the ward, and just burned out, like machines committing suicide.

Okay, stand outa the way. Sometimes when I go to exertin' myself I use up all the air nearby and grown men faint from suffocation.

desorientación en el reino de la abundancia

Unfortunately, violence has a way of overpowering even the strongest of wills

The arms of pain crush time as they will

The guilt being great, the fear doth still exceed.

A load would sink a navy.

Foul deeds will rise,Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.