Quotes About Overwhelmed

I'm not the most together person in the world and it doesn't take much to make all the wheels fall off.

tell you what – I just lost the plot – totally. I

It was a train wreck happening right in front of me and I couldn't do anything about it, except that not only was I watching, I was also the train.

My God. I love you so much that I'm drowning in it. I can't defend against it.

Falling hard and fast. And there didn't seem to be a thing I could do about it.

I was 18 when I did 'The Amanda Show,' and I was 19 when I did 'MadTV,' and I was in way over my head. I was just sort of a goof who could do impressions of WB stars - speaking of the Dawson Van Der Beek era - and it was overwhelming. I don't think I've learned more faster in my life than when I worked on 'MadTV.'

Tenacity is not about avoiding being overwhelmed but being indomitable in the face of the overwhelming odds of your venture's failure.

I'm constantly on the verge of a panic attack.

I'm just constantly on the verge of bursting into tears with joy.

Birdenbire bu kalabal???n içinde kendimi yaln?z ve küçük hissettim. Ä°steseler bana kötülük edebilecek gibiydiler! ...

I felt as though someone had snuck in and packed my head with beach sand, even including the bottle caps and cigarette butts.

Because of her frenetic nature and dancing mind, she chatted up a storm with the subjects she interviewed, who ended up overwhelmed or intimidated. Or captivated.

I'm a bundle of nerves, swaddled in a blanket of panic.

I just feel so . . ." She shook her head. "Depleted. Like Arnold and the kids just take and take and take and there's nothing left where I used to be.

I feel like I'm playing chess underwater. The pieces keep floating away. I don't know where things are. I can't figure out tomorrow.

I'm so dopesick, my tears taste like urine. It's as if the air itself were made of broken glass. I try to stop twitching. To stay still, to stop my very breath, let the pain stay inside. The slightest movement grinds tiny shards into my pores. Breathing is like gulping from a bag of claws. I want to die. Want to pass out. Want to stop...this...fucking...feeling.

The church always overwhelmed me. And yet it was one of the many houses of God scattered all over the world. God did not live in any of them, but it was assumed for some reason that He was present in all of them at once. He was like the unexpected guest for whom the wealthier farmers always kept an additional place at their table.

buried by random events, ruined by confusion and grief.

I sit in front of the notebook and feel like it's just too late for me. And that this book isn't working, nothing's working, everything feels like it's made of spiders." Those

Eventually, my tears give out, my voice goes, and my throat is so raw that my body battles against my mind and shuts down my crying. There is nothing left in me now.

One thing I discovered is that the book world is vast. It's easy to walk around the store - even the room with literature and poetry, where I work most often - and feel overwhelmed.

For life: it is rather a determination not to be overwhelmed. For work: the truth can only be recalled, never invented.

At one point I took on a new job, and I just didn't have time to do anything but work.

I have already exceeded the amount of work my head can bear.