Quotes About Overwhelmed

Nerves," Mik told Karou. "Bad?" "Terrible." Stepping up behind Zuzana, he bent down to enfold her in a spoon-hug. "Ferociously, dreadfully awful. She's unbearable. You take her. I've had enough." Zuzana batted at him, then squealed as he buried his face in the curve of her throat and made exaggerated kissing noises.

I thought, That's it, I'm going to throw myself under the wheels of the car. I'm going to run over my own head. But I couldn't even do that because I couldn't get up any speed. If you ran over your head in this gridlock, you probably wouldn't even end up dead, and your hair would be all f***ed up.

Have you ever felt that your heart contained so much that it must surely break apart

Do you ever feel like screaming?' Clary asked him [Jace]. 'Some of the time.

I can't believe I have to do this. I feel like I came to have a tooth pulled and by mistake my whole brain came with it.

Every now and then my love for that child hit me so hard I felt bowled over. Like a turtle knocked upside down onto its shell, unable to right itself. This was one of those moments.

Don't you wonder sometimes why so much gets heaped on certain people?" I almost told the truth. That truth being, "I wouldn't dare." I wouldn't dare dwell on a thing like that. I try to look forward in my life. Because what's behind me is a little hard to take.

until my brain was overloaded. I felt like I was blowing fuses in my head.

He feels a seizing in his chest, a familiar searing pain. He tries to breathe around it, but it's too big. It radiates along his left arm, folds him in half, like he's a piece of trash too big for disposal.

By the time I'd managed to pull up to the curb, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst free. And not in a good way. I couldn't breathe, which didn't help. And I thought, Why doesn't love feel good? Why does it make you feel like you're about to die?

In his head, Stewie began a litany. Stop talking to me. Stop talking to me. Stop talking to me.

Oh, for Time's sake, this is too pathetic. You'd end the universe, because you've had a bad century?

Everyone cried when the creature first spoke to them. No, not cried. They wept. They wept like the cavemen of Lascaux suddenly transported into the Sistine Chapel just in time for a live performance of Phantom of the Opera as sung by Tolkien's elves. Their senses simply were not built for this, weren't meant to come anywhere near this kind of velvet-barreled sensory shotgun, loaded for bear.

Sometimes adults can become very unhappy,' I said to Beth. 'It's called depression. Things start to get on top of them, sometimes little things upset them, and they keep crying. ...

We'll never find peace when the demands on our time and energy exceed our capacity.

I'm so tired, my tired is tired.

Someone who conceals his curiosity, is overwhelmed with information.

My lord. It is too much, and not enough

I was too demoralized to stop it or to start anything new. I would lie around, unable to get myself back up and start generating new ideas.

tenderness so painful I thought my heart would burst.

I'd say we're in the sewer, up to our chins, and the tide's coming in fast.

I start to cry. Tears begin running down my face and quiet sobs escape me. I don't know what I'm doing and I don't know how I'm here and I don't know how things ever got this bad. I try to find answers but they aren't there. I'm too fucked up to have answers. I'm too fucked up for anything

I had uncontrollable panic attacks and paralysing negative thoughts about anything and everything.

I love what I do so much, and I have a very acute understanding of how I work as a person, so if I'm afraid, I shut down and can't do anything. If I'm overwhelmed, I shut down and can't do anything.