Quotes About Overwhelm

The success was a difficult thing for me to get my head round. When it gets too much, I just have to disappear - to sort my head.

I do tend to wake up in the middle of the night convinced I've made a disaster.

I tend to get my hands into all these other things and all these distractions, and after a while I start feeling depleted.

It's great concentrating so hard you feel your brain will explode.

I get anxiety and distressed from external stimuli quite easily, so if I'm in a constant state of self-protection, it's exhausting.

I wouldn't know how I would have coped with The Beatles' sort of fame.

When you're an adult, things mellow out. I think when you're a teenager and you are sad and the world is ending, everything is about that one sadness.

When I was finally allowed to watch horror in my early teens I think I overdid it, I actually ended up generating some kind of low grade PTSD, I was paranoid and scared of our house being broken into. It actually took me a long time to get over that.

If I hear about a tsunami that hit Asia, hundreds of people have lost their lives, and you see it and you hear about it, but you still brush your teeth, still have to go on with your day. But let you get information about one person who you're close to or you're intimate with, it has an almost paralyzing effect.

And then, at last, the frenzy wore itself into staleness, and even the journalist had nothing left to say, but that too much had been said already.

a multitudinous mess of life's unnecessities.

The man was half-insane . . . I saw then what living with something like this could do to you. The obsession had taken over his entire life.

When it is bad… I go into the night and the night eats me

Someone said, "If the devil can't make you bad, he'll make you busy.

I remember sitting at the witness table listening to this litany of woe and thinking, What the hell am I doing here? I have walked right into the middle of a category-five shitstorm.

When you're feeding the second coachload of tourists that day you aren't thinking about the birthday party for fifty next week.

Like when everything flipped upside down and the scream of metal on metal exploded the silence and the world churned around me, ground over sky over ground over sky, and then, with a thunderous crack and a crunching of glass and steel, a twisted roof crushing me into a gutted floor, ground, I wasn't surprised.

Gloria screamed, but nothing came out. She could feel the scream in her throat, but it was clinging there, too scared to climb out of her mouth. Raymond might have screamed, too--he wasn't sure. His face was an exploding red ball--that was what it felt like. His heart was in the middle of his head. He couldn't see a thing.

This was bad. This was toss-Emma-back-into-the-mental-hospital-bad.

As every divided kingdom falls, so every mind divided between many studies confounds and saps itself.

The mind that engages in subjects of too great variety becomes confused and weakened.

Evie wanted to cry. From fear. From exhaustion, yes. But mostly from the cruel uselessness, the damned stupid arbitrariness of it all.

It has been well said that no man ever sank under the burden of the day. It's when tomorrow's burden is added to the burden of today that the weight is more than a man can bear. Never load yourselves so, my friends. If you find yourselves so loaded, at least remember this: it is your own doing, not God's. He begs you to leave the future to Him and to mind the present.

Me abruma su amabilidad. —Sí, lo sé. Sólo superada por el tamaño de mi... ego.