Quotes About Pressure

Bullshit. Your life?" Rush said sarcastically. "Bullshit. If I lose, I go to prison. If you lose, you go to lunch.

That's the biggest gap in sports, the difference between the winner and the loser of the Super Bowl.

When your arm gets hit, the ball is not going to go where you want it to.

Blame it on Peer Pressure.

I was very successful from a very early age, and I want to keep it.

Week by week, I was rising to new heights, and when you ascend that quickly, and at such an early age, the oxygen doesn't always flow to your brain.

I always had to fight to find my best self, to be aware of other people's feelings—and the devil's bargain of it is, the players who are more aware of others struggle more. Boris Becker was like that, too. We would have brilliant moments on the court, and total meltdowns. There was just too much going on inside.

I wouldn't have told this to a soul back then, but as early as my first Wimbledon in '77, I realized I had the potential to be the very best: the best tennis player in the world. I confirmed it for myself as I rose through the rankings—but then, more and more, the problem became that almost everybody was somebody I shouldn't lose to. The pressure became incomprehensible.

As looking down from great heights brings the urge to fall and end the terror of falling, so his very watching put pressure on them to make a slip as they dried and stacked the plates and cups.

On place-kicker Pete Rajecki having a bad camp with the Bucs because McKay made him nervous: ``I don't think he's got much of a future here, because I plan on going to all the games.

Obviously all the girls, whether they talked about it or not, were on the lookout for any reprieve from the hassle of not having a boyfriend: the way it exposed you to censure and nosiness.

There were two grad students, Burcu and Ula?, who sometimes came to the club meetings to circulate petitions about the Armenian genocide. They were really stressful people—not just about the petitions, but about everything. You could see exactly what their parents were like.

She hadn't seemed maternal enough, or like a devoted-enough wife. So much more was expected of a female candidate.

my parents were supposed

As someone with a deep faith in competition and the market, I also know that markets only work with tough enforcement of the rules that guarantee competition and fair play - and that the pressure to break those rules only gets stronger as the amount of money involved gets larger.

Her husband and her children did not consider her beyond criticism. She belonged to them; whatever she did affected them; their pride, their good name in the world lay in her hands. They would give her love, protection, even a sort of homage, but in return for that she must be what they wanted and needed her to be.

She had always been faintly disappointed in herself, disappointed in school because she had not been remarkable, disappointed when she married because she had not become the perfect housekeeper, most of all disappointed in herself as a mother.

I was too overwhelmed-and too focused on my job and its dangers-to let myself feel overawed.

What kind of a sociopath wore a projectile weapon in a pressure vessel? Well, a pirate who would think nothing of murdering a whole crew of people, even if those people were monsters. Silly question. Moving on now.

That wave, that wall, was still coming. It ached in my sinuses like dropping pressure. The pain was blinding.

tube itself was fighting her in ways that it wouldn't in space. Ruby was so used to not complaining, because she was short. Because she was a woman. Anything she said would be seen as a failure on her part. But the resistance was an NBLism and not a problem the actual spacewalker would face, and people's lives were on the line.

Except there was no time for recriminations now, was there? Not with Will's life and Elizabeth's crown on the line.

Anxiety was a distraction I did not need.

If I don't report on time, the biometrics wired into my central nervous system will explode, and that'll be it for me, you, and this lovely piece of functional archaeology.