Quotes About Overwhelm

Most people get overwhelmed by the insignificant decisions of their lives. I'm urging people to minimize the time spent on these when they're not critical to their most important goals.

[In the late 80's] that's the first time I heard about that astonishing idea [that most photographs would be taken on telephones]. And now I've been watching the tsunami of images.

Intense fear comes in waves; the body can't stand it for long at a time.

There are more books in the world than hours in which to read them. We are thus deeply influenced by books we haven't read, that we haven't had the time to read.

You become visibly stressed because you are working hard to pay for a standard of living so robust that it overwhelms your capacity to consume it.

Everything also calms down with the influx of social media, there's so much happening all the time.

Sometimes chaos is a little easier to handle than the regular moments because your body just takes over. No time to think. Just do.

God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.

Another cause of confusion, and the resulting feelings of nervousness, hurry, and anxiety, is the absurd habit of trying to do many things at one time.

God, there were so many of them. So many sets of dying eyes and scuffing feet.

Sap?i var b?t b?stami, tie gruzd k? uguns un reiz?m piln?gi p?r?em m?s sav? var?.

Kad sam ?ula kako to govori, suze su mi jednostavno probile krhki zid koji ih je zadržavao i sa strašnim osje?ajem srama, položila sam glavu na stol i pustila ih sa se izliju iz mene.

It was herself she was exhausted by. She had lost the ability to keep her discrete worlds discrete—a skill that many consider to be the cornerstone of sanity. The traffic inside her head seemed to have stopped believing in traffic lights. The result was incessant noise, a few bad crashes and eventually gridlock.

ODTAA syndrome: the syndrome of One Damn Thing After Another.

I've never been able to stop the blockbuster disaster film from playing on an endless loop in my mind. I see the terrible coming, whether it is or not.

La oscuridad se poblaba. Oía pasos. Algo se amontonaba por encima de mí, se adueñaba de mí, me envolvía y me penetraba, impalpable, inconsistente. Petrificado, dejé de respirar, no había aire para respirar.

I'm just thinking too fast-- much too fast.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away. And disappear. I know that's wrong because it's my responsibility, and I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

Sometimes there just isn't enough vomit in the world.

It was like drowning, only from the inside out.

Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.

I don't know anything anymore. Is that normal? Is it normal to notice the enormity of everything and just go blank?

With every rise in choices, the expectations double up which puts people deeper down into the rubble.

So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.