Quotes About Pressure

He knew that his parents cringed a little, as he did, when Fritz

There's all of us adults, and one of him. We ought to be able to keep up. Why do I feel like he has us outnumbered and surrounded?

The problem with Thanksgiving is that the pressure for the meal and the conversation to be perfect is daunting.

She knew there were only small joys in life--the big ones were too complicated to be joys when you got all through--and once you realized that, it took a lot of the pressure off.

You were never to say you weren't fine, thank you — and yourself? You were supposed to be Heidi. You were supposed to lug goat milk up the hills and not think twice. Heidi did not complain. Heidi did not do things like stand in front of the new IBM photocopier saying, If this fucking Xerox machine breaks on me one more time, I'm going to slit my wrists.

You women today," Mrs. Mallon said. "You expect too much.

Soviet pressure against the free institutions of the western world," Kennan explained, "is something that can be contained by the adroit and vigilant application of counter-force at a series of constantly shifting geographical and political points

Yet that is considered an excellent school, and I dare say it would be if the benighted lady did not think it necessary to cram her pupils like Thanksgiving turkeys, instead of feeding them in a natural and wholesome way. It is the fault with most American schools, and the poor little heads will go on aching till we learn better.

Pierpont was already urging him to cut back his schedule.

You must distribute it faster than it grows! If you do not, it will crush you and your children and your children's children.

with the large interests of others on my shoulders, it cannot be done

These social pressures took their toll on his marriage

Hypersensitive to pressure, Rockefeller tended to stiffen up whenever he felt pushed.

The issue is much more complicated than that, but there's no doubt that Rockefeller's achievement arose from the often tense interplay between the two opposing, deeply ingrained tendencies of his nature—his father's daring and his mother's prudence—yoked together under great pressure.

When you can't make them see the light, make them feel the heat.

Señora 4: ¿Se trata de agradar siempre a los hombres? Lupita: No hay otra alternativa, si pensamos que nuestra misión en el mundo es perpetuar la especie.

People are trying so hard to live through their children. And the children keep trying so hard to live up to their parents, or live them down. Everybody's living through or for or against somebody else. It doesn't make too much sense, and it isn't working too well.

With traumatized Navajos watching, government agents shot sheep and goats and left them to rot or cremated them after dousing them with gasoline. At one site alone, thirty-five goats were shot and left to rot. One hundred fifty thousand goats and fifty thousand sheep were killed in this manner. Oral history interviews tell of the pressure tactics on the Navajos, including arrests of those who resisted, and express bitterness over the destruction of their livestock.

It's as though as a species we have no brakes, only breakdowns.

Our brain has been shaped by evolutionary pressure over time to provide our bodies with ever more efficient ways of surviving and reproducing. It is designed to process all information for the purpose of living on, it doesn't care about happiness – it has things to do, places to go.

Why was it that women could never work hard enough to quiet their nagging fear that they were not enough? That they were falling behind? That they could and should be better?

They were all overachievers with exploding heads, and this was not a good thing . . . or was it?

She was also completely candid about wanting to work with people she could learn from. My first boss, Rosalie Wright, had been much the same. Rosalie is the toughest person I've ever met: She bucked enormous pressure to run major investigative articles in New West.

Another marvel: some one has me fast Within his ample palm; 'tis not a grasp Such as they use on earth, but all around Over the surface of my subtle being, As though I were a sphere, and capable To be accosted thus, a uniform And gentle pressure tells me I am not Self-moving, but borne forward on my way. And hark! I hear a singing; yet in sooth I cannot of that music rightly say Whether I hear, or touch, or taste the tones. Oh, what a heart-subduing melody!