Bryan Clay Quotes

Sometimes travelling really intensely for a long time is like having a continuous nervous breakdown.

This whole Puff Daddy thing has taken a toll on me.

I've worked myself to exhaustion before. I was so young, and I thought I could do everything; it was just too much for my body and my mind.

I feel burnout comes as a result of consistent over-simulation.

There are days when I should be writing, and I am so tired that I can't. And the fatigue also affects my emotions, making me not even care about writing. There are days when I wake up so angry I can barely speak, and also days when I am so sad.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

I wasn't even sure I'd be able to walk. I couldn't even go outside. Maybe I was just burnt crisp from the gruelling schedule I had been keeping for years.

Seven years without a break really takes a toll on you, and you don't even realize it. You're affected by other people, and after a while, sometimes they have love for you, and sometimes they don't.

We manage the fear, I manage the fear, but it certainly takes its toll, the strain does.

I didn't want to keep forcing myself to grind out book after book.

I'm a junkie for exhaustion, and I'm a junkie for setting up my expectations too high and then trying to meet them.

... too emotionally strung out.

We all get weary sometimes, and we tend to think that life is what makes us weary.

A three-month training camp writes you off, I wake up and I literally can't get out of bed.

I've cried multiple times after posting a video. So much work goes into each video that I don't know how I'm still alive.

Sometimes, you just feel like you're just surviving for parts of the season.

When a person is juggling a lot of emotions in a single day, it can take a toll.

I was running from one problem or place to another, with no time left to study, or sleep, or just breathe. I felt pulled in all directions, fighting to keep all these obligations circling in the air above me. It was only a matter of time before something fell.

Life continues, and some mornings, weary of the noise, discouraged by the prospect of the interminable work to keep after, sickened also by the madness of the world that leaps at you from the newspaper, finally convinced that I will not be equal to it and that I will disappoint everyone - all I want to do is sit down and wait for evening. This is what I feel like, and sometimes I yield to it.

It just goes to show that what one person considers a "bad attitude" might actually just be total frustration over being pushed beyond the brink of one's mental and physical endurance.

No work is worse than overwork; the mind preys on itself,--the most unwholesome of food.

I'd got to a point where I wanted a break.

I was just absolutely exhausted. The media said I've been treated for a nervous breakdown. All that stuff I just took as people taking the opportunity when you're down to give you a kick.

People are trying to grab every part of you, so it's really hard to focus.

I've seen a lot of shows, but I can't possibly cram in everything that I'd like to, and it's exhausting trying to.