Quotes About Overwhelmed

I tried to continue, but somehow my throat made up its mind to swallow-though I can't think what I was swallowing, unless it was a little knot of emotion I pushed back down because there was no room in my face for anymore.

I am sick of meetings; cannot the man turn his head without he have a meeting?

By December of 1998, her blushing had become intolerable

I sank into my seat, my face hot.

Few people have these conversations, and there is good reason for anyone to dread them. They can unleash difficult emotions. People can become angry or overwhelmed. Handled poorly, the conversations can cost a person's trust. Handled well, they can take real time. I spoke to an oncologist who told me about a

I am tired from having lived seventeen different lives, compressed into the space of one.

I placed my hand against the side of his precious, electric face and felt the stubble beneath my fingers. I was overwhelmed with the lust and wonder of it all.

And we were married and all the windows were open but the smell of flowers was so thick and sickly sweet. I felt like I might choke to death.

But desperation easily turns into fanaticism. People adopt inflexible views as a comforting defense mechanism when they find themselves threatened and overwhelmed by forces they cannot control.

I don't want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can't think again. Not ever again.

I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway...

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway…

Reading the book isn't helping either. I don't know. I'm just thinking too fast. Much too fast.

This is a worse that feels too big.

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. If this gets any worse, I might have to go back to the doctor. It's getting that bad again.

No sé si alguna vez has sentido algo así. Que querrías dormir durante mil años. O simplemente no existir. O no ser consciente de que existes. O algo parecido. Creo que querer eso es muy morboso, pero yo lo deseo cuando me pongo así. Por eso estoy intentando no pensar. Solo quiero que todo deje de dar vueltas

had to pee like a racehorse at an Iced Tea convention.

Sometimes there just isn't enough vomit in the world.

Ihm dröhnte der Kopf von den revolutionären Sprüchen, mit denen sowohl die Schwestern als auch die Ärzte ihn in jeder wachen Stunde eindeckten.

So what he supposed to do? Grab Bobbie's ax and make like Jack Nicholson in The Shinning? He could see it. Smash, crash, bash: Heeeeeeere's GARDENER!

Then she screamed. There were no words in it, nor could there have been. Our greatest moments of triumph are always inarticulate.

It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can't breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can't br

I find myself focusing up at the sky — the only roof left — because too many memories are drowning me.