Overwhelming Thoughts Quotes

I think all teenagers feel a lot of things at once; everything's going crazy in our brain.

You think too much.' 'I suppose I do; but I can’t help it, my mind is so terribly active. When I give myself, I give myself. I pay the penalty in my headaches, my famous headaches--a perfect circlet of pain! But I carry it as a queen carries her crown.

I hope you never think about anything as much as I think about you.

But so many books thou readest, But so many schemes thou breedest, But so many wishes feedest, That thy poor head almost turns.

He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.

And I have the others in me. Even when I’m far away from them, I am forced to live with them. Even when I’m all alone, crowds surround me. I have no place to flee to, unless I were to flee from myself.

Words, they climb all over you/'Til they uncover you From where you hide.

Crowds of questions stream through me like lines of people exiting a soccer ground or a concert. They push and shove and trip. Some make their way around. Some remain in their seats, waiting for their opportunity.

Each thought becomes an anxiety in my brain. I am becoming the ugliest of all things: a busy man.

But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.

The mania is like wasps under the skin, like my head's going to explode with ideas.

I can be going through nothing, but within me, in my head, oh my God! It can be a circus.

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye.

From restless thoughts, that, like a deadly swarm Of hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, But rush upon me thronging.

He suffered from a rush of words to the head.

I think obsessions happen because you're trying to understand something or some urge.

Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of words and not one of them can save me.

Every thought sounds like a footfall, Till a thought like a boot kicks down the wall.