Jean-Paul Sartre Quotes

I think too much.

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

I have a mind that never stops working. As a matter of fact, it torments me.

Basically, I have to stop overthinking.

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

I over-think stuff a lot.

I have an overactive brain, and as a result of that, I can really get in my own mind. So I like to try and exercise it to the point of exhaustion.

My brain is just always going and going and going.

I just think too much sometimes.

I overthink everything.

It seems like I'm thinking 400 hours a day; that's kind of how it feels.

My thoughts are ridiculously loud and fast.

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

But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.

I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

I was spending too much time thinking about how I was doing, if I was learning everything I was supposed to be learning during this difficult season, whether I was doing it right or not, taking my spiritual pulse, etc - my inner lawyer was working overtime.

Fear is the penalty of consciousness forced to stare at itself.

I'm a big thinker, and sometimes I think too much, and my brain can get in the way of myself.

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.

Insomnia is a gross feeder. It will nourish itself on any kind of thinking, including thinking about not thinking.

Many people have played themselves to death. Many people have eaten and drunk themselves to death. Nobody ever thought himself to death.

We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap.

My mind is never stopping. I think, if you stop, you die. Maybe it is a problem for me - I have to talk to myself and say, 'Please stop. Switch off.'

I kind of think too much, I try do too many things at once.

The deplorable mania of doubt exhausts me. I doubt about everything, even my doubts.