Joshua Bell Quotes

I'm like a child trying to do everything, say everything and be everything all at once.

I always have a tendency to take on too many things.

I'm one of those people who really wants to do everything. And if I had enough time, I really would.

When things get too grand or too big, I struggle to keep up with it all.

The conversational overachiever is someone whose grasp exceeds his reach. This is possible but not attractive.

You freeze with the number of opportunities given to you and just decide to do nothing at all.

When I come up against the real world, I just vacillate.

When there's so much choice, it can get overwhelming and it's hard to make a choice.

Don't keep reaching for the stars because you'll just look like an idiot stretching that way for no reason.

If I spread myself too thin, I'm not a good actor, I'm not a good mother, and I'm just really high-strung - and everybody hates me.

I wish I had coined the phrase 'tyranny of choice,' but someone beat me to it. The counterintuitive truth is that have an abundance of options does not make you feel privileged and indulged; too many options make you feel like all of them are wrong, and that you are wrong if you choose any of them.

Having unlimited choices can paralyze you creatively.

I have a thousands wants; it's hard to really hone in on just a few.

I can get a little scattered and want to be everywhere and want to do everything for everyone.

I can't stop biting off more than I can chew.

I want to do everything. I can never decide on one occupation!

Doing films and TV together becomes difficult to manage when you have too many things in your hand.

I can be wildly enthusiastic and want to try to do everything that I feel would be useful and educational and beneficial - but I've crashed and burned a few times.

I rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. I tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell.

He to whom many objects of pursuit arise at the same time, will frequently hesitate between different desires till a rival has precluded him, or change his course as new attractions prevail, and harass himself without advancing.

Whoever prematurely begins a work that is above his strength receives nothing, but only brings harm upon himself.

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

By dawn he had surrendered, gratefully, to the old inertia, the product of always seeing both sides of every question.

Reaching for the stars, perfectionists may end up clutching at air.

I feel like a juggler running out of hands.