Quotes About Overwhelmed

i want you so much I feel like I'm going to explode." "I hear that Marines are good with explosions," Beka said.

she had gone too far into the unhappiness of the world to start all over again.

I knew I wanted to be a writer more than anything else in the world, but I was overwhelmed by everything and didn't know where to start.

A lot of people over time have had this kind of pattern in their relationship with Bill Clinton. You first meet him and you're overwhelmed by his talent. He's so energetic and articulate and full of ideas and he calls himself a congenital optimist and that optimism is contagious.

The brand-new president felt, as he later wrote, "like the moon, the stars, and all the planets had fallen on me.

Individuals who have come to recognize and own their biased beliefs and prejudices, their roles in perpetuating racism, the pain their obliviousness has inflicted on people of color, and their privileged and advantaged position in society may feel overwhelmed by the magnitude of the problem.

Oh my God." Valkyrie shook her head. "I need to sit down." "You are sitting down." "I need to sit down more.

It may be an information age, but... It takes more work to earn more money to be overwhelmed by more information that does not equal knowledge or wisdom.

There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.

my insides feeling eviscerated

She'd died, been saved from the river Styx, and been offered the chance to become a god all in one day. It was a lot to swallow for any girl.

your brain resembles the bottom of your purse: lost

Algunas veces me siento sobrepasado. Intentar entender lo que dice la gente, tratar de recordar todo lo que se supone que debo hacer para parecer normal, es difícil para mí. A veces las reglas son demasiado duras. Así que me voy por un tiempo.

Oh, Danny, it's so confusing." "Not really. You're falling in love with him. Or are already in love with him." "But am I? Or just... overwhelmed?" "Love is overwhelming.[...]

What I saw next stopped me dead in my tracks. Books. Not just one or two dozen, but hundreds of them. In crates. In piles on the floor. In bookcases that stretched from floor to ceiling and lined the entire room. I turned around and around in a slow circle, feeling as if I'd just stumbled into Ali Baba's cave. I was breathless, close to tears, and positively dizzy with greed.

After eight years in the same one-bedroom apartment, I was suddenly finding it crowded beyond capacity. There was me. There was my unrecognizable face. And there was someone else. It was neither a child nor an animal. It was Despair.

I had no weapons. No plan. Nothing but my blood and my hands. They were coming, and there were more of them than I'd realized.

The festivity had reached that apogee of joy when you face the happy fate of being crushed to death.

There was such anguish in the gush of grief that accompanied this raving, that my compassion made me overlook its folly.

It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear, even mine.

When Joy grew mad with awe, at counting future tears.

Beauty crowds me till I die. Emily Dickinson

The most serious misfortune for a busy man who is overwhelmed by his possessions is, that he believes men to be his friends when he himself is not a friend to them, and that he deems his favours to be effective in winning friends, although, in the case of certain men, the more they owe, the more they hate.

I could never give it a name, my condition. I would have said, "I'm depressed," if that had felt sufficient. But I felt more than depressed. I felt that I was depression. A swallowed woman.