Quotes About Overwhelmed

to speak, felt weak, and fell in front of her. She got

crushed by the

felt her legs begin to give way.

My brain hurt like a warehouse It had no room to spare I had to cram so many things to store everything in there And all the fat-skinny people And all the tall-short people And all the nobody people And all the somebody people I never thought I'd need so many people. - Five Years

You're going to be a father. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll throw up again.

doesn't make any sense," he said. It was all he could do, however, to keep from throwing the dreadful sheet into

You must have been traumatized beyond fucking belief

It's like he's frozen on this anxiety, unable to move on to more advanced anxieties.

They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.

You think I'll weep? No, I'll not weep. Storm and tempest. I have full cause of weeping, but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or e're I'll weep.—O Fool, I shall go mad.

I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone.

All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes, That I, being governed by the watery moon, May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world.

I am too much in the sun.

His face was knotted with rage. He felt like fainting but couldn't remember the proper way to fall.

My ears were full. Nothing more, not one more sound, could push into them and be registered.

If he weren't so thoroughly wrung out, he could kill the bastard on the spot. In his present condition, he'd be lucky to strangle a gnat

No one had ever touched her like this. It was perfect, almost too perfect, but only almost. "Fuck

He often talked to himself when he was overwhelmed with fear. He saw it as a more dignified reaction than wetting himself. And

Okay Libya...got all this stuff twirling around in my head

distraught. It seems he claims

This is a moment in history where it is almost hard to catch your breath.

I am coming unraveled. I am coming undone.

I haul around and slap him. It's a stinging blow, smearing the gold on his cheekbone and causing his skin to redden. We stare at each other for long moments, breathing hard. His eyes are bright with something entirely different from anger. I am in over my head. I am drowning.

I am afraid that if I begin to feel, I won't be able to bear it. I am afraid that the emotion will be like a wave sucking me under.