Quotes About Pressure

What was there for Harper Lee to be afraid of, after all? Possibly just this: That she could not outdo Harper Lee.

Now, I cannot imagine where women ever got the idea that they must be perfect in order to be loved or successful. (Ha ha ha! Just kidding! I can totally imagine: We got it from every single message society has ever sent us! Thanks, all of human history!)

When artists are burdened with the label of "genius," I think they lose the ability to take themselves lightly, or to create freely.

Never learn to type, kiddo. And if you do learn to type, never tell anybody you can type, or they'll make you do it forever. Never learn shorthand either. It'll be the death of you. They'll put a steno pad in a woman's hand and it'll never come out.

YOU'RE HAVING A DELIGHTFUL PICNIC, THEN SUDDENLY THERE'S A TORNADO. THE BAROMETRIC PRESSURE DROPS. THE SKY GOES BLACK. THE BIRDS GO SILENT. THIS THING IS COMING STRAIGHT FOR YOU

Therefore, out of a class of 362 bright young Vassar women, I ended up ranked at 361—a fact that caused my father to remark in horror, "Dear God, what was that other girl doing?

But I see it differently. I think perfectionism is just a high-end, haute couture version of fear.

What great harm depression and stress do to us….compression is what prematurely ages us---compacting us, physically and emotionally, into a feeling of frailty and brokenness. To fight against compression is to open up your life, to create possibility where once there was nothing, but pressure. What if your life belongs to you?

But I was supposed to want to have a baby.

In effect, two men - excuse me, two billionaires - turned a United States senator 180 degrees merely by threatening to spend big money. And they did it so brazenly that Senator Moran had to publicly humiliate himself to satisfy the brothers' demand.... My sympathy level for anyone who gives in to this kind of pressure is exactly zero. If my job ever depends on pleasing a couple of billionaires, I'll quit.

This one-two punch—flat incomes and rising expenses—has hit the middle class squarely in the gut. Beginning

What happened is an economic boa constrictor that is squeezing working families so hard they can't breathe. Gina

Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?... I don't know the answer, I know only that I can't. I don't want any more vicissitudes, I don't want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I've had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.

Those days that I tried to be the little girl I was supposed to be drained me. I went home at night and cried for hours because so many people in my life expecting me to be a certain way was too much pressure, as if I'd been held against a wall and interrogated for hours, asked questions I couldn't quite answer any longer.

When would I stop wondering what right—what nerve—I had to be depressed? Enough with this going on about all my blessings. I was starting to sound like a character in a TV movie with a title like The Best Little Girl in the World or Most Likely to Succeed.

For girls who've been pressured into sex they didn't want, growing into a woman's body can be terrifying. Anorexia and bulimia can be an attempt to say no, to assert control over their changing bodies. Compulsive overeating is another way.

But there comes a time when the old grow very tired, and the load of leadership unjustly heavy to bear. And perhaps—perhaps!—Heribert would not be quite so sad as even he now supposed, if the load should be lifted from him.

The first few minutes were crucial—and they were maddening

There is an immense area of persistent low pressure in the vicinity of the Antarctic Circle

so that if the ice closed in against her she would be squeezed up and out of the pressure.

she was not constructed so as to rise out of pressure to any great extent.

The last barometer reading of the day was 28.96, the lowest since the disastrous blizzard in July.

The whole dead weight of my growing fear fell upon me and shook me. Then I burst out laughing too. It was the only thing to do: and the sound of my laughter also made me understand his. The strain of physical pressure caused it-- this explosion of unnatural laughter in both of us; it was an effort of repressed forces to seek relief; it was a temporary safety-valve.

Many people suffer all their lives from this oppressive feeling of guilt, the sense of not having lived up to their parents' expectations. This feeling is stronger than any intellectual insight they might have, that it is not a child's task or duty to satisfy his parents needs. No argument can overcome these guilt feelings, for they have their beginnings in life's earliest periods, and from that they derive their intensity and obduracy.