Quotes About Overwhelm

white! Total overload! The hangar sounds

It was like a song, one of those sweet, wrenching songs that makes the hair on your arms stand up. That makes you want to throw yourself on the floor and just bawl. Or fall backward and surrender to the music utterly.

I'm going to kiss you... until you faint

It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.

It was like fighting a tide, and in the fight was the same terror: of being swept into deep water, beyond all safety.

I shall charm him with such force that when I am done, he will be left lying limply on the ground, trying to remember his own name.

He took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her dress. Even more than in the attic, she felt caught in the eddy of a powerful wave that threatened to pull her over and under, to crush and break her, to wear her down to softness as the sea might wear down a piece of glass.

Because that is how we do it—we approach pregnancy like a job, gobbling up everything we can on the subject so that we are experts on every theory. And, as with most jobs, a certain amount of drudgery accrues. I have discovered that, in addition to ensuring mastery of these theories, this strategy to parenting also, unfortunately, results in utter confusion and frustration.

Our unconscious needs are strong—so strong that they can overwhelm us. We all desperately want to be loved.

I can live through everything or I can answer for everything, but sometimes both is just too much for one day.

Situations are like that. They take up all the time you used to use for working and eating and sleeping. They soak up your whole life like a black hole in space soaks up the sunlight. And then, where you used to have a life, all you have left is a situation.

can live through everything or I can answer for everything, but sometimes both is just too much for one day.

Once you decide to put all your energy into being scared of something, you might wake up one day and find out you have no idea how to stop. It happens to people. More often than anybody seems willing to admit.

Most people say it makes them feel smaller. Like the world is so big, it makes

Maybe because if we cared that much about everything, all the time, all at the same time like that, we'd die of exhaustion. We'd have no time or energy left to run our own lives.

You worry too much. You think you have to do too much. Like you think you're always just about to make some terrible mistake. There's nothing wrong with wanting to learn to dump the tanks. There's nothing wrong with making coffee for me or walking the dog. It's nice. But I get a feeling you're doing it because you always feel like you need to do more. To be more. Like if you don't make yourself useful, you're not entitled to the air you breathe.

It was on the to-do list, but you know to-do lists. They get longer and longer until you might as well just carve the last items on your tombstone. Do the dishes.

The nearness of him crushed her, like being held by the sun.

Lives have apocalypses, too. You just can't know when you're in it until the water is already closing over your head and all you can hear are volcanoes, one after the other, detonating the possibility of the future you imagined.

The brain is like a pressure cooker and it can only take so much before it blows.

The trouble with weeping was that once begun, it became almost impossible to stop.

Ever look at a sink full of dishes and think, "Why don't I just bury these in the backyard?

uma forma de ingenuidade catastrófica: a ideia de que se possa cumprir o seu dever, de que um homem que se precipita na espiral dos deveres possa um dia vir a concluí-los em vez de os ver multiplicar

If your schedule is unmanageable and overwhelming, it's likely your priorities are in the wrong place.