Quotes About Overwhelmed

Ufthak nutted him, and Deffrow sat down rapidly, involuntarily, and in a state of some confusion.

Turns out I was wrong. Truth is I just couldn't do it any more.

Verily, my life is falling apart and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.

sometimes I struggle to get the thoughts out of my head because they are stuck behind one another like cars in a traffic jam.

In life, there was so much insult and injury, and she had no choice but to collect what was hers. But now she wished to take Solomon's shame, too, and add it to her pile, though she was already overwhelmed.

No one ever wants to hear how stressed out anyone else is, because most of the time everyone is stressed out.

It was too much, but at the time, I felt invincible.

I really did not feel okay about any of this, and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.

U civilu ?ak i nerv?ik koga svaka, i najmanja sitnica životna guši u grkljanu i cakle mu se o?i od neke neizrecive tuge.

overwrought.

THIS BRINGS US NICELY to the third speaker in our sound system. Like the second one, this third one has often been turned up far too loud. This has meant both that the music it is quite properly trying to play has itself been distorted and that the music coming from the other speakers (apart from the equally distorted second one) has been overwhelmed. In much modern biblical scholarship, in fact, this one has often drowned out all the others.

I cried when I found out I was a finalist, I kind of went limp when they called my name. I felt like my spirit jumped out of my body, and I was just flesh - it was just amazing.

I'll have an aneurysm with that much togetherness.

I mean, who passes out from an orgasm?

The Handsome Prince Handbook is mute on the subject of chronic workaholism—Prince Charming, apparently, knew how to delegate—and I didn't know where else to turn for help. What do you do when life begins to go wrong and you've used up all three wishes?

I am very thankful that man took one look at me showing with a baby coming along, with my hair falling down, and the broom lying at a mound of broken glass, and supper boiling over on the stove, April wearing a dirty pinafore screaming for me to hold her, and just then the baby in my arms spit up all over me, and he said, You know . . .I'd be kindly obliged if you'd let me have supper some other time.

Ask any woman today how she's doing, and there's a good chance the answer will be 'Busy!' or 'Exhausted!

The whole world is pressing in on me, like a weight on my chest, slowly pushing me down and down. And there's nothing between me and this weight but my flimsy skin. It's not enough. It won't protect me. It doesn't keep anything out. The outside will keep pressing in until my ribs are crushed, and then my organs, my heart and liver and stomach....

A heightened distractibility and a persistent feeling of being rushed or in a hurry, even when there's no need to be, combined with a mounting feeling of how superficial your life has become: lots to do, but no depth of thought or feeling.

It's tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won't be able to deal with it.

the fear of failure, the fear of being imperfect (perfectionism), and the fear of impossible expectations (being overwhelmed) that prevent us from acting on and attaining humanly possible goals and relationships.

My life felt so cluttered and obstructed that I could hardly breathe. I inhabited a closed, concentrated world, airless and without exits.

I had more emotion than I had room for. I had no place to put the pain.

It was like being in a car with the gas pedal slammed down to the floor and nothing to do but hold on and pretend to have some semblance of control. But control was something I'd lost a long time ago.