Quotes About Pressure

But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

Since Coster's death the year before, Bacon knew he was in over his head and reeled under the responsibility. "My

For a long time, he had resisted an irreversible shift to pipes for fear of antagonizing the railroads, but this concern had lost its force. When Standard Oil constructed four pipelines from western Pennsylvania to Cleveland, New York, Philadelphia, and Buffalo, he pressured the railroads to grant it right-of-way concessions, even though the pipelines signaled their doom.

Senior must have feared that the stupendous weight of the fortune would crush his delicate son.

the tasks piled upon Coster had grown "far heavier than any one man ought to bear, or could bear with safety.

His insecurities only worsened as he had more to lose.

Rockefeller generally conformed to the requisite style, but his family constantly had to remind him to buy a new suit when his current one got too shiny.

If Rockefeller generally enjoyed excellent health, there were early warning symptoms of the toll taken by the excruciating pressures of Standard Oil.

Rockefeller hated being pressured, and Gates always believed that had Harper asked for less, Rockefeller would have willingly given much more.

Yet Rockefeller didn't apply this pressure lightly and preferred patience and reason—if possible—to terror.

In this early period, Rockefeller was a chronic worrier who labored under a great deal of self-imposed stress.

Mr. Peabody had been very hard on him as to the price of the lease.

All the fortune that I have made has not served to compensate for the anxiety of that period.

Apparently he was on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

morem pellis hispidus distentione nervorum—

I had to decide how to use that pressure. I had to decide whether it was going to crush me or turn me into a diamond.

He believed that anything could be reverse-engineered. If one human or group of humans put something together, then another human or group of humans could take it apart again. It was a basic principle. All that was required was empathy and thought and imagination. And he liked pressure. He liked deadlines. He liked a short and finite time to crack a problem. He liked a quiet space to work in. And he liked a similar mind to work with.

Handguns were in-room weapons. Under expert control in high-pressure situations the average range for a successful engagement was about eleven feet.

Then Reacher breathed out and raised a placatory don't-shoot palm, and he half-stood, slow and calm, unthreatening, the complete opposite of sudden, and he kept himself half-turned away from the guys with the guns, and half-turned toward the group on the sofa, and he said, "Come on, Emily, let's get this done. They're going to nail you one way or the other. Might as well make it easy on yourself.

He was moving in the chair. Imperceptibly. Tiny violent movements, from side to side. Like he was fighting two alternating opponents, one on his left, one on his right. Like he knew he had to tell me where he had been, but like he knew he couldn't. He was jumping around like the absolute flesh-and-blood definition of a rock and a hard place.

La presión transforma el carbón en diamante.

Tenía que decidir qué haría con esa presión. Tenía que decidir si iba a aplastarme y hundirme o si iba a convertirme en un diamante.

him. If your balls were in a vise, better that it wasn't Neagley's hand on the lever. The guy caved and agreed within ten minutes.

The other thing I remember from the chemistry lab is stuff about pressure. Pressure turns coal into diamonds. Pressure does things.