A Quote by Tammara Webber

Too much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals. — © Tammara Webber
Too much quiet left me depressed and consuming condiments for meals.
Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.
Although, my experience when I've been depressed, not only am I too depressed to sit down and write a song, I'm too depressed to pick up my feet. So if you can at least write about it, you're halfway away from it.
At home, I'm the silliest cornball who talks way too much and wants to be quiet and left alone at the same time.
I like McDonald's burgers and Happy Meals. And I've got a thing for kebabs, too. But I don't eat too much of that stuff or it makes me feel a bit ill.
Of all human activities, writing is the one for which it is easiest to find excuses not to begin – the desk’s too big, the desk’s too small, there’s too much noise, there’s too much quiet, it’s too hot, too cold, too early, too late. I had learned over the years to ignore them all, and simply to start.
I don't really like L.A. much anymore. It's a hideous city. The weather's nice sometimes. It's just too crowded for me and too claustrophobic and too aggressive and too scary, and too chaotic. Did I say chaotic already? I like the country. I like quiet.
The trouble with politics and political coverage today is that there's too much liberal bias.... There's too much tilt toward the left-wing agenda. Too much apology for liberal policy failures. Too much pandering to liberal candidates and causes.
Once you get depressed, you don't really feel like doing anything. You're kind of discouraged about yourself, and then the weight gain, too, or that makes me more depressed.
There is not too much left for me to do, but I am sure there are a couple of great fights out there for me. I have basically achieved my goals. There are a few fights the public wants to see, and that is really what is left for me.
I know a guy who gave up smoking cigarettes, consuming, sex, and wealthy meals.
Okay, if this is what falling in love feels like, someone please kill me now. (Not literally, overzealous readers.) But it was all too much - too much emotion, too much happiness, too much longing, perhaps too much ice cream.
As a working mother of a large family, preparing meals and shopping for groceries is time consuming and hard work.
We fall for... the theories of betrayal very easily, and one of the things that's always depressed me about the left, ever since I started in politics, is their ability to imbibe the propaganda of the right and regurgitate it to the left.
I'm not the quiet sensitive little guy I was. I can't be. There's just too much after me.
We have come too far, - struggled too long, - sacrificed too much and have too much left to do, - to allow that which we have achieved for the good of all to be swept away without a fight. And we have not forgotten how to fight.
I'm honestly very shy and quiet and to myself. Not that too much shocks me anymore.
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