“He had loved too much, demanded too much, and he wore it all out.”

“We demand too much of life, too little of ourselves.”

“She cared about him too much, and he was a dangerous person to love. He wouldn't love her back.”

“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…”

“The objection that consequentialism demands too much is accepted uncritically by almost all of us.”

“and love is a word used
too much and
much
too soon.”

“oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much”

“God loves you just as you are, but He loves you too much to leave you just as you are.”

“So much love, too much love, it is our madness, it is rotting us out, exploding us like dandelion polls.”

“More than anything else now, though, he wanted to save Darckense. He had seen too many dead, dry eyes, too much air-blackened blood, too much fly-blown flesh, to be able to relate such ghastly truths to the nebulous ideas of honor and tradition that people claimed they were fighting for. Only the well-being of one loved person seemed really worth fighting for now; it was all that seemed real, all that could save his sanity.”