Quotes About Overwhelmed

Everything seemed to flood over him then. It was as though he'd been the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike, refusing to let the sea of reason in.

he went to clean up the library with a fellow janitor; but the moment he entered the huge room, he gasped, put his heads to his temples and fell down on one knee, gasping, "My head! My head!

Having come to the conclusion that there was so much to do that she didn't know where to start, Mrs Fowler decided not to start at all. She went to the library, took Diary of a Nobody from the shelves and, returning to her wicker chair under the lime tree, settled down to waste what precious hours still remained of the day.

When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body.

There are too many of them. Reyna wondered bitterly how many times she'd said that in her demigod career. She should have a badge made and wear it around to save time. When she died, the words would probably be written on her tombstone: There were too many of them.

Defeating one ant had taken all my energy. (I don't think I have ever written a sadder sentence than that.)

Maybe that's why he had started to fear suffocation. It wasn't so much drowning in the earth or sea but the feeling that he was sinking into too many expectations, literally getting in over his head. Wow...when he started having thoughts like that, he knew he'd been spending too much time with Annabeth.

He was weeping. Although 'weeping' really is to small a word for the activity the kind had undertaken. Tears were cascading from his eyes. A small puddle had formed at his feet. I am not exaggerating. The king, it seemed, was intent on crying himself a river.

Oh, my goodness," said Louisiana. "I'm just all filled up with feathers and regrets. And fears. I have a lot of fears.

Something large and dark had entered Room 102 of the Good Night, Sleep Tight, and the large, dark thing was sitting right on top of my chest. I could not breathe.

Words flooded like the storm's surge in a wild burst of anger that took me utterly by surprise.

The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock.

The huge buoyant air sack of love that filled his body had just exploded and the collapse was devastating.

My thoughts were so fast that I couldn't remember the beginning of a sentence halfway through.

There is blood everywhere and I am lost in it. I breathe blood, not air.

You can't change in your own power. If you feel overwhelmed by something bigger than you, let the one who is bigger than all things be the power you need in your weakness.

No, I'm too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don't think I'm strong enough.

I think Facebook's biggest problem is the glut of information that Facebook's power users are overwhelmed with.

For an instant, Karras throbbed with a surge of rebellion, with a dull, weary anger at the piling on of weight upon weight.

We didn't say anything because there was such an awful lot to say, and no language to say it in.

What do you mean, what's the matter with him? Nothing's the matter with him, everything's the matter with him, the same as it is with everybody else. He's just fine. He gets overwhelmed now and then, and he doesn't know how to say what he feels or means, so he cries and runs off a little, trying to find out where to go, for God's sake. Where can you go?

So shaken as we are, so wan with care.

Lady you berefit me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins, And there is such confusion in my powers.

stressed and/or tired to do anything more than sprawl on the couch