Quotes & Sayings About Muchness

I wanted to speak with someone, but found no time; sought some fixed point, but found none. In the midst of the unrelenting forward thrust I felt the wish to stand still. The muchness and the motion were too much and too fast. Everyone withdrew from everyone. There was a running, as of something liquefied, a constant going forth, as of evaporation. Everything was schematic, ghostlike, even myself. — Robert Walser

Our Adversary majors in three things: noise, hurry and crowds. If he can keep us engaged in "muchness" and "manyness," he will rest satisfied. — Richard J. Foster

In the context of food and consumption, too-muchness translates into not-enoughness: your appetites are too big for the planet, and therefore, you probably shouldn't be here. — Melissa Broder

...too-muchness had no doubt been noticed at school, for it was around this time that I received a school report that said, 'Sacks will go far, if he does not go too far. — Oliver Sacks

That was how she felt, right then. As if there was too much of her, as if her skin was tight with muchness. She felt ripe to bursting. — Holly Black

You're not the same as you were before, he said. You were much more ... muchier ... you've lost your muchness. — Lewis Carroll

Stuff and nonsense. Nonsense and stuff and much of a muchness and nonsense all over again. We are all mad here, don't you know? — Marissa Meyer

Oh, child, men's men: gentle or simple, they're much of a muchness ... — George Eliot

I told you she was the wrong Alice...
You've lost your muchness....
Hatter!!!!
Off With Their Head!!! — Linda Woolverton

much of a muchness. — Edmund Morris

You've lost your muchness. — Lewis Carroll

Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and went on: '
that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness
you know you say things are "much of a muchness"
did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?' 'Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very much confused, 'I don't think
' 'Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter. This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though — Lewis Carroll

Today the heart of God is an open wound of love. He aches over our distance and preoccupation. He mourns that we do not draw near to Him. He grieves that we have forgotten Him. He weeps over our obsession with muchness and manyness. He longs for our presence. — Richard J. Foster