The world is too much with us.

The world gave one so many reasons to be pissed off at it.

The bright side of the planet moves toward darkness
And the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour,
And for me, now as then, it is too much.
There is too much world.

The world's become a little too mean.

The world has far too much morality.

Little things overwhelm you. Sometimes it's as if everything overwhelms you." "You're right," he'd said, wiping tears and rainwater alike from his cheeks. "But in those times the world just seems so damned formidable." "I want to help you, Adrien. But you mustn't give up. You can't wait for the world to be perfect before you start living in it.

This was the consequence of seeing too much and understanding the horrible truth: No one is safe. The world is not manageable.

I’ve been too fucking busy, and vice versa.

The bright side of the planet moves towards darkness and the cities are falling asleep, each in its hour, and for me, now as then, it is too much. There is too much world.

I was feeling everything too much. Everything was pulling at my eyes.

It's all too much.

Too fucking busy, and vice versa.

Felt like the hardest thing in the world.

There was too much going on here — too much that strayed from odd all the way over into seriously weird.