Quotes About Overwhelmed

Three days in a city now and I'm quite flipped. There's too much noise. I just can't do with it.

The fact that I've been nominated for a BAFTA is insane.

I lived across the street from Noodle Bar. I could barely stand it, because you're there all the time; you can't get away.

If I had to write a novel, I'd start crying after three lines.

I know the first time I see a 'Goddess Mode' cosplayer I'm going to cry in such a loud, obnoxious way that it'll be audible from space.

Occasionally, you feel like the only person able to win the match. So you take all the responsibility, you do too much, and you do something bad.

So when I feel overwhelmed, I usually go to a quiet place. A bathroom stall works wonders. I close my eyes, turn inward, and breathe until I can sense the still, small space inside me that is the same as the stillness in you, and in the trees, and in all things. I breathe until I can feel this space expand and fill me. And I always end up doing the exact opposite of screaming: I smile at the wonder of it all.

Gulliver was a giant whom the dwarfs captured while he was napping by binding him with tiny threads. Each thread was a trifle which he could easily have snapped by itself. But he didn't wake, and the dwarfs wound the thread around him in such number that at last he found himself a prisoner.

Quara's need was and is so great that a person like me could be swallowed up in it a dozen times over. I had problems of my own then. Don't condemn me because I wrote her off. Her barrel of misery has depth enough to hold a thousand bushels of happiness.

And these hands here don't want to write anymore! I'm afraid of words, Meggie! Once they were like honey, now they're poison, pure poison! But what is a writer who doesn't love words anymore? What have I come to? This story is devouring me, crushing me, and I'm its creator!

It was the fact that there was all this terrible stuff and no one seemed to be able to do anything about it.

Sheer gratitude seizes me. I'm so deeply thankful. I cry and I don't care. Utterly undone by the mercy that's been given to me.

Like a great bog humanity swamped her, and she sank in, weak at the knees, filled with repulsion and fear of every person she met.

My vision blurred over with tears.

Nothing sounds better than being away from this mess. Nothing sounds better right now than getting higher than the hole I'm in.

Everybody was screaming for joy. That's what children do - they scream because life is just too much for them but they don't know it yet.

went out of the front door without answering because all I had in my lungs was a scream.

I went out of the front door without answering because all I had in my lungs was a scream.

Sometimes I feel that life has passed me by... Do you ever feel that way, Charlie Brown?" "I feel that it has knocked me down and walked all over me!

Life is just too much for me. I've been confused right from the day I was born... I think the whole trouble is that we're thrown into life too fast... We're not really prepared..." "What did you want... A chance to warm up first?

Do you ever feel like running away?" "Of course... Sometimes I feel like I want to run away from everything." "I remember having that feeling once when I was at the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm... I climbed over the fence, but I was still in the world!

Tonight, I feel small. An entire night in the city seems to be too much for me, too immense for me to get lost in. By now it's past one, the after-hours city is in full swing, and morning is a long way off.

I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time.

Holding only the back of her neck, he didn't deepen the embrace, nor did he caress her or flex against her. He simply merged with her and, as he'd suspected, he was immediately overwhelmed. This is what heaven must be like . The transient concept drifted past, then evaporated. Sweetly, almost chastely, he discovered her best-kept secrets, using scant pressure and bare coercion. With a feeling approximating joy, he teased and trifled.