Quotes About Overwhelm

I]t tends to be a sort of excess of friendship, and it is felt towards a single person." There is something charming about that phrase, an "excess of friendship." It beautifully captures the idea of overflowing with good feelings.

frustration,

If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be 'meetings.

Much of the stress that people feel doesn't come from having too much to do. It comes from not finishing what they've started.

Everything you've told yourself you ought to do, your mind thinks you should do right now. Frankly, as soon add you have two things to do stored in your RAM, you've generated personal failure, because you can't do two things at the same time. This produces an all-pervasive stress factor whose source can't be pin-pointed.

Es uno de esos momentos en los que el cerebro necesita unos instantes para asimilar los sucesos que se desarrollan ante tus ojos; la impresión bloquea temporalmente el camino.

I sat on the concrete stump, collecting snow atop my dome, benumbed and befucked by my colossal overpowering lack of knowledge.

Grief was not a stream. It was an ocean.

my endless cramming felt a lot more like self destruction than any glue-sniffing I'd ever done;

Der Morgen... oh, wie schwer ist jeder Morgen, wenn der ganze Tag vor einem liegt... jede Aufgabe türmt sich wie ein Berg...

We shall know what things are of overmastering importance when they have overmastered us.

I've had the sort of day that would make St. Francis of Assisi kick babies.

Richard reflected that Dirk's was a face into which too much had already been put. What with that and the amount he talked, the traffic through his mouth was almost incessant. His ears, on the other hand, remained almost totally unused in normal conversation.

I've had the sort of day that would make Saint Francis of Assisi kick babies.

tutta quanta la stanza era in ogni suo punto ugualmente piena di tazzine sporche, di scarpe e di posacenere pieni che si scambiavano ormai i ruoli l'uno con l'altro.

Joy steals upon me, such joy as calls forth tears.

Stress is poison.

To begin with, it's true, she read with trepidation and some unease. The sheer endlessness of books outfaced her and she had no idea how to go on; there was no system to her reading, with one book leading to another, and often she had two or three on the go at the same time.

It's hard to explain how much that feeling of the bottom potentially falling out at any moment takes its toll. It makes you anxious, of course, and constant anxiety is impossible for the body to handle. So you develop a coping mechanism, and for us that meant shutting down.

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

The human capacity for grief. It just isn't capable of providing an adequate emotional response once the dead exceed a few dozen in number. And it doesn't just level off—it just gives up, resets itself to zero.

I always had a sense of where I was going with 'Dark Phoenix.' Jean had the greatest power imaginable... and, how's she going to deal with that?

My phone has been ringing off the hook. I have like 17 cell phones and pagers.

I hate phones. All businesses are personal businesses, and I always try my best to get back to people, but sometimes the barrage of calls is so enormous that if I just answered calls I would do nothing else.