Quotes About Peer pressure

The censure of your peers? But what if your peers balked at no obscenity? You could do anything.

The entire second-period sophomore girls' PE class thought my balls were uniquely and supremely beneath contempt. Great.

My peers, lately, have found companionship through means of intoxication--it makes them sociable. I, however, cannot force myself to use drugs to cheat on my loneliness--it is all that I have--and when the drugs and alcohol dissipate, will be all that my peers have as well.

How, I wondered, could a fifteen-year-old boy act like this without getting his ass kicked every time he opened his mouth?

See, at a certain point it becomes cool to be boy crazy. That happens in sixth grade, and it gives you so much social status, particularly in an all-girls school, if you can go up and talk to boys.

But I'd rather look ridiculous when everybody else does than plain and sensible all by myself.

Tibby sat on the outside of a group of kids in the film program. There was a lot of dark clothing and heavy footwear, and quite a few piercings glinting in sunlight. They had invited her to sit with them while they all finished up their lunches before film seminar. Tibby knew that they had invited her largely because she had a ring in her nose. This bugged her almost as much as when people excluded her because she had a ring in her nose.

The World, she said, is chock full of bitchy girls.

And here's what I realized: You Sly Girls don't cry when you watch the big-face parties on the feeds, just because you weren't invited. You don't stay friends with people you hate, just to bump your face rank. And even though nobody knows what you're doing out here, you don't feel invisible at all. Do you? No one answered, but they were listening. Fame is radically stupid, that's all. So I want to try something else.

People are so constituted that everybody would rather undertake what they see others do, whether they have an aptitude for it or not.

None of my friends smoke. I've never smoked a cigarette in my life.

Growing up, I just wanted to be like everyone else. I didn't value or understand the beauty in being different at the time in my life.

Have you imagined yourself in Jesse's place? What a confusing situation. The source of your arousal is utterly out of your control. Your intuition tells you that the other, usually so helpful, is now anything but help. Yet the other is laughing, having fun, expecting you to. Here is a reason why you may find it hard even now to know what you do and do not like, separate from what others like to do to you or with you or think you should like.

But it is often easier to compel a hundred people to do what you could never compel one person to do. The lone man must consult his conscience, that stern and unflattering arbiter. A man in a crowd, though, can turn to the others, as the others turn to one another, each justifying the deed by referring to the next man, or to the force of all the men together. This

Let's remember the children who come from broken homes, surrounded by crime, drugs, temptation, their peers having babies out of wedlock, but who still manage to get a good education despite the many obstacles they face every day.

I went to about one frat party a year. A year seemed to be enough time for me to forget how much I didn't like frat parties, and my friends would eventually convince me to go to one. Cheap beer, guys looking for a quick hook-up, and girls playing 'dumb' to get in on the hook-up. I just never got into it.

When I was young, running with a gang was a cool thing to do; that's how you get popular; that's how you get the girls.

Growing up, I was always chubby. My girlfriends were always running around in two-pieces, and I never felt comfortable to do that.

I saw the other loners the way everyone else did-as unappealing, as to be avoided at all costs. If I hung out with one of them, I thought, my unpopular status would get worse, not better, because it would be magnified by association.

Just because so many conforming kids wake up every morning asking, 'What is everybody else going to wear today?' doesn't mean that they don't wish it were different. Peer pressure is just that: pressure.

I'm guessing that ability to withstand peer pressure and adhere to one's values might translate to the kind of backbone necessary for a successful lifelong relationship.

I used to think I'd never get married or have kids. Peer pressure suggested I might be a lone wolf forever. I've always let life dictate its own terms. Marriage just happened.

There was a point in school when I was, like, thirteen, that I didn't feel comfortable at all.

Let's face it. No kid in high school feels as though they fit in.