Quotes About Pressure

Presley was given laxatives and enemas on an almost daily basis. "I carried around three or four boxes of Fleets," Nichopoulos says, referring to the enema brand and recalling his days on tour with Presley. Getting the timing right was, he says, "a difficult balancing act." Presley sometimes did two shows a day, and Nichopoulos had to schedule the administration such that the treatments didn't kick in while the singer was on stage.

We waved our programs triumphantly at the usher who'd been so snappy to us earlier. He smiled back, relieved that the pressure of the funeral was over.

Despite this pressure, Rodgers and Hammerstein wouldn't cut it—and if you license South Pacific legally, neither can you.

The system's greatest vulnerability stemmed from Putin's and his inner circle's pleonexia, the insatiable desire to have what rightfully belonged to others, that was exerting ever greater pressure on the regime from inside.

I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.

If we eliminate the pressure to pass, what delicious and devastating opportunities for transformation might we create?

But honestly, isn't that adulthood in a summary? Constant feelings of pure, overwhelming dread?

It turns out that maybe breeding bonsai-tree children to become résumé zombies isn't so good for their mental health.

We study there a lot because... what other choice does society give us, right? It's Starbucks or death, sometimes.

It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.

Few words are more chilling when put together than make friends. The command to pair bond sent ice water through Stevie's veins. She wanted falling rocks. But she knew what would happen if she didn't do the talking—her parents would. And if her parents started, anything could happen.

She introduced herself to my parents with one of her mighty, bunny-crushing handshakes. (I'd never seen Claudia crush a bunny, to be fair, but that's the approximate level of pressure.)

The truth was that she had managed to betray everyone by doing nothing. No one in history had ever done less and yet been so wrong. Not cheating on a non-boyfriend with the non-boyfriend of a friend. The pressure of thinking that one through made her swollen body ache.

Sometimes anxiety did that—it could slow you down or speed you up.

Why was her life over when she was only seventeen? She'd peaked. It was done.

In the crowded tension of the days that followed he never spoke to them, except of their work. They felt, entering the office in the morning, that they had no private lives, no significance and no reality save the overwhelming reality of the broad sheets of paper on their tables. The place seemed cold and soulless like a factory, until they looked at him; then they thought that it was not a factory, but a furnace fed on their bodies, his own first.

The desperate violence of the way he held her, the hurting pressure of his mouth on hers, the exultant surrender of his body to the touch of hers, were not the form of a moment's pleasure— she knew that no physical hunger could bring a man to this—she knew that it was the statement she had never heard from him, the greatest confession of love a man could make .

I don't know what they did to him to make him sign, but I know that it must have been something terrible. Everybody thinks so. Everybody's whispering about it, wondering what sort of pressure was used on him. .

He was seeing the full extent of her failure—in the immensity of his own indifference. The droning stream of her insults was like the sound of a distant riveting machine, a long, impotent pressure that reached nothing within him.

Some give up at the first touch of pressure; some sell out; some run down by imperceptible degrees and lose their fire, never knowing when or how they lost it.

Jim appeared to her suddenly as a man who had tried to find a middle course between two poles—Meigs and herself—and who was now seeing that his course was narrowing and that he was to be ground between two straight walls.

gathered into the single will of pressure, that a shaft of steel

By not wearing it," he continued, "you also make things harder for other Muslim women. They see you not wearing it and it plants doubt in their mind…they think to themselves, 'If others don't wear it, why should I?'

Women are taught from early childhood that their worth is proportional to their attractiveness.