Quotes About Overwhelm

Anxiety is my kryptonite.

I worry about everything. I'm full of anxiety.

I definitely felt like I needed a break, because when you do so much, you're not able to appreciate the things that you accomplish.

I don't think man is blessed with memory. More often he is cursed with it. I have too many memories.

It is too easy for the sheer mass of big data to overwhelm the sorts of healthy skepticism that is required to defeat deception. And now, with so much of our lives being tied up with giant electronic memory systems, it is almost trivial for terabytes of data to accumulate on almost any topic.

The temperature must have been in the nineties, and there seemed to be far, far too much air in the room. It was bunched and crowded, and in your face and eyes, and it made you think the room was a rush-hour tube train, and a lot of extra air had managed to sneak in just as the doors were closing.

Difficulty relaxing    Insomnia    Impatience    Taking on too much responsibility      Recent major life change (marriage, divorce, birth of child, death of close relative, purchase of home, new job, loss of job, etc.)    Irritability    Tension headaches    Sense of isolation from others    Difficulty delegating  

There are too many books in the world.

If it were a peg, you couldn't hang a fucking hankie on it, never mind your coat.

People today are in danger of drowning in information; but, because they have been taught that information is useful, they are more willing to drown than they need be. If they could handle information, they would not have to drown at all.

You're riding a runaway train into a tunnel that leads into a station where there's a welcome-home party from all your worst nightmares

The insecurity of my insecurities is driving me round the bend.

Cities make you afraid.

If the devil cannot make us bad, he will make us busy.

I've heard it said, "If the Devil can't make us really bad, then he'll try to make us really busy.

The bright side of the planet moves towards darkness and the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour, and for me, now as then, it is too much. There is too much world.

It gives me vertigo to watch TV dramas.

I am annoyed by people that send messages via FaceBook because I get an e-mail telling me there is a message on FaceBook - so I end up processing two messages for every one sent.

I'm a victim of Developaralysis: the crippling sense that the software industry is evolving so fast that no one person can possibly keep up.

People of the future may suffer not from an absence of choice but from a paralysing surfeit of it. They may turn out to be victims of that peculiarly super-industrial dilemma: overchoice.

I overwhelm even myself.

You know it's going to be a bad day when you can't get privacy inside your own head.

The trouble with drowning in the mess of your own life is that you're not in any shape to save anyone else. You can't be a lighthouse when you're underwater yourself.

Things could be worse is wearing thin. I'm exhausted. I'm confused. I am effectively talking to the air.