Amanda Crew Quotes

I just think too much sometimes.

Or is it that I think too much?

I think too much.

I was frequently told at drama school that I was thinking too much.

I over-think stuff a lot.

I think too much during my day-to-day life; I'm the guy who worries about everything.

I've always felt some kind of connection to people who are kind of over-smart. People who over-think things to the point of some sort of paralysis, and I think that certainly can be me on any given day.

Basically, I have to stop overthinking.

I spend... too much time... in my own head.

He thinks things through too much.

I'll run through things over and over and over again in my head and think, "How could I have done that better?" Silly things like that.

Maybe I think too much for my own good.

I sometimes think that I think too much. Sometimes I envy the ignorant. I envy people who can just turn it off and be blissful and not care. But that isn't me. I just have never found a way.

It can be a little distressing to have to overintellectualize yourself.

I overthink a lot of things.

Maybe I think too much.

Usually, I'm over-analyzing things that have to do with my own actions.

If you start to analyze what you do, it can paralyze you.

I overthink everything.

I'm big on watching film, and sometimes it hurts myself because I over-calculate things, or I overthink sometimes.

I think too much, which is a blessing and a curse.

There's always that fear of your own head and the things you're going to think.

I am suspicious of guilt in myself and in other people; it is usually a way of not thinking, or of announcing one's own fine sensibilities the better to be rid of them fast.

I doubt about myself. I think doubts are good in life. The people who don't have doubts I think only two things-arrogance or not intelligence.

It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there's no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns...It goes, it goes ... and there's no end to it. It's worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. For example, this sort of painful rumination: I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. I.