Quotes About Overwhelm

Do you ever feel so angry that you think you could devour the whole world and still not be satisfied?

The monster is bigger than the human. It represents abundance—overabundance. ... It has lots of eyes, extra arms, too many teeth. Everything about it is too many and too much.

The more exhausted I let myself get, the more I'll slip up. Human bodies betray us. They get starved and sick and run-down. I know it, and yet, there is always so much more to do.

Do something!" someone says, but in my delirium, I can't tell who is speaking. Abruptly, Valerian is kicked off me. I roll onto my side, coughing. Cardan is looming there. Tears and snot are running down my face, but all I can do is lie in the dirt and spit out pieces of sweet, fleshy pulp. I have no idea why I am crying.

Okay. Do you ever feel so angry that you think you could devour the whole world and still not be satisfied? Like you don't know how to stop feeling that way and it scares you, but that just makes you angry too?

For me, who has been so much alone, it feels like drowning in a deluge of sights and sounds and smells.

Kiss me until I am sick of it, he said, and now he has most certainly gorged on my kisses. Now he is most certainly sick of them.

The world had begun to move faster and faster over the last decade. People spoke faster, drove faster, walked faster. Everyone was in a rush. Everyone was busy. Everyone demanded their gratification instantly.

Each obligation on its own seemed laughably easy. It was the sheer volume that threatened to bury her.

Having a baby had been like starting a demanding new job and beginning a passionate love affair and moving to a new country with a different language and culture all at the same time. The baby filled her mind, her heart and her senses. She wanted to inhale her, to gobble her up.

Ah the three-day blues, all new mothers cry on the third day." And I remember thinking, But my goodness, who wouldn't cry?

You can't ever stop thinking something quick enough. Something that hurts always gets the knife in too fast for you to slam a lid on it and shove it away.

When I look at my books I feel like Alice in the closing pages of Wonderland, when the cards all rise up and overwhelm her.

fear has a way of paralyzing the mind, body, and soul, all at once!

that in modern life we overuse the "fight, flight, or freeze" response, because we respond to many situations as if they are life-threatening when they are not. As a result, our nervous systems don't have time to recover, because we are activating this response too frequently.

Lnq is too much.

T]he cardboard bookcase of her character had already collapsed under the strain.

De qué me gustaría huir? De la complejidad. De la angustia. De esa sensación que he tenido toda la vida de que en cualquier momento hay algo que olvido, un detalle, una obligación, algo que se supone que tendría que estar haciendo o que ya debería haber hecho. Es una sensación que no me deja en paz, me levanto con ella por la mañana y no se me va en todo el día. Me voy a dormir con esa sensación.

Her feet tingled. One whole hour to forget about the leaky kitchen sink, her father's retirement party, and her mother's relentless questions about it. She closed her eyes. One whole hour to completely unwind and indulge her thoughts in something beside caterers, plumbers, and homicide cases.

That was how she'd once viewed her perfect life: as a series of bad smells and unfulfilled duties, petty worries and late bills.

because we watched her so closely out of the corners of our eyes, everything she did made too much noise, her cigarette smoke got into everything, she drank too much wine at dinner.

bundle of nerves, swaddled in a blanket of panic.

But feelings, they don't care about telling. They just go right on, piling on top of one another like a big sandwich.

I sit in front of the notebook and feel like it's just too late for me. And that this book isn't working, nothing's working, everything feels like it's made of spiders.