Quotes About Overwhelmed

By some estimates, the data-storage curve is rocketing upward at the rate of 800 percent per year. Organizations are collecting so much data they're overwhelmed. Families are no different; we have more things on disk, more photos, more items stored than we'll ever have to allocate time for. "Since Kodachrome made way for jpeg, pictures accumulate on hard drives like wet leaves in a gutter." (Jim Lewis, author of "The King is Dead")

We are pummeled by innumerable rules, instructions, and laws that we are expected to know and heed; it's no wonder that we feel overwhelmed and exhausted.

TO YOUR KNEES Life will eventually bring you to your knees. Either you'll be on your knees cursing the universe and begging for a different life, or you'll be brought to your knees by gratitude and awe, deeply embracing the life that you have, too overwhelmed by the beauty of it all to stand or even speak. Either way, they're the same knees.

I stood up. It was all too much. I could not even meet my own expectations, and to be asked to deal with all theirs too was suffocating.

Always, as I looked back, I could see that there had been an almost willful intent to obscure, to misdirect, disguised as concern that we not be frightened or overwhelmed.

And so all of these thoughts overwhelmed me when I woke from my hiding place in an alley the next morning, having slept on garbage and filth, to find it — wearing a large gray hat, small as a child but with the wizened features of something already dead — staring down at me.

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I don't know why I can't stop crying. Too much good news lately, I guess. Bad news I can handle. I expect bad news. I've dealt with bad news all my life. Good news makes me cry.

don't know why I can't stop crying. Too much good news lately, I guess. Bad news I can handle. I expect bad news. I've dealt with bad news all my life. Good news makes me cry.

Raising a child is the very definition of ambivalence. I am overwhelmed at times by how something can simultaneously be so awful and so rewarding.

but truly there were times when the sadness of this world was scarcely to be endured

She could not think about it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ any of it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ without going to pieces.

I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic--I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I'm being drowned by some kind of black wave.

I had a dream that I was being drowned in a flood and I realized it was a flood of people.

She cried until the tears were no longer able to meet the demands of her sadness

The bleak splendors of these remote and lonely forests rather overwhelmed him with the sense of his own littleness. That stern quality of the tangled backwoods which can only be described as merciless and terrible, rose out of these far blue woods swimming upon the horizon, and revealed itself. He understood the silent warning. He realized his own utter helplessness.

I'm overwhelmed by your reality.

He was tired, he realized, emotionally and physically. He wanted to lie down and turn off the world and sleep for a week.

She'd retreated inside again, the nightmares drowning her.

My spine shoots up straight like I'd been plugged into an eight-volt, and the mere sight of him literally causes my breath to leave my body.

I'm fine I said for the 2,467th time this semester. (I know. I was keeping count)

Crazy. I went crazy.

My breath is coming too hard. I want to cry. To scream. To die.