Quotes About Overwhelm

from cramming my day with appointments

we do not have the mental power to absorb all information and tend to be confused by details)

A very rarely discussed property of data: it is toxic in large quantities

You know how depression hits?' She takes another drag and blows the smoke out slowly. 'It's like an avalanche. No warning. You're just knocked off your feet. You reach for a ledge . . . no ledge. You reach for a branch . . . no branch. You just keep falling. When you hit the bottom, everything around you settles like concrete. You're up to your neck and you can't move. All you can do is wait.

Art Is a Way Out. Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the débris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is just such a path. Art is distilled from suffering.

There are books I will never finish reading, games I will never finish playing, movies that I've started and will never see the end of. Ever. Sometimes there are moments when we objectively face the never, and it overwhelms us.

It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right.

Avalanche, veux-tu m'emporter dans ta chute?

I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.

To experience real agony is something hard to write about, impossible to understand while it grips you; you're frightened out of your wits, can't sit still, move, or even go decently insane.

To ask them to legalize pot is something like asking them to put butter on the handcuffs before they place them on you: something else is hurting you—that's why you need pot, or whiskey, or whips and rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think. Or madhouses or mechanical cunts or 162 baseball games in a season. Or Vietnam or Israel or the fear of spiders.

Something else is hurting you. That's why you need pot or whiskey, or whips or rubber suits, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think.

Something else is hurting you - that's why you need pot or whiskey, or screaming music turned so fucking loud you can't think

In a sufficiently large crisis, sane and measured responses go out the window.

PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE I have so much to do today. I can't possibly get it all done, so I'm not going to start.

If you have a million things to do, adding item number 1,000,001 is not such a big deal. When, on the other hand, you have nothing to do, getting out of bed and washing yourself before 2:00 P.M. feels like too much work to even contemplate.

If you commit to too many things, they become miserable experiences.

It's a mixed feeling when everything you've ever wanted in making films is coming true, and yet you feel scared because it's happening all at once. Suddenly you're in rooms with people you've looked up to for years, the Judi Denches. You wonder if you're good, if you have what it takes.

People like me make modern life intolerable.

At this high moment, ability failed my capacity to describe.

If we ask for more and more material for the construction, i.e. more and more choice, we're likely to end up with a lot of combinations that don't do much for us or are far more complex than they need to be.

The complexity of the society we have created for ourselves envelops us so completely that, instead of being dizzied, we take it for granted.

I think that this music could liquefy my internal organs, make my ears bleed (this has actually occurred), send me into seizures. Perhaps it could kill me. To be killed by intensed beauty, what a Keatsian way to die.

No matter what she was doing-baking cookies, walking around the lake on a beautiful day, making love to her husband-she felt rushed and jittery, as if the last few grains of sand were at that very moment sliding through the narrow waist of an hourglass. Any unforeseen occurrence-road construction, an inexperienced cashier, a missing set of keys-could plunge her into a mood of frantic despair that could poison an entire day.