Quotes About Pressure

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Time passed, but neither one of them noticed. They talked, mostly about Chad and the kind of son he was. Jack had held on and still led by eight strokes. A gigantic lead. If he blew it this time, it would be worse than twenty-three years ago. The

By the third hole, Jack had already dropped three strokes off the lead. His complexion was cartoon Casper. His eyes were as vacant as the Bates Motel, his shoulders slumped like bags of wet peat moss.

There are forces in the world today, Mr. Winsocki, that are invisibly working to make us all carbon copies of one another. Forces that crush us into molds of each other. You walk down the street and never see anyone's face, really. You sit faceless in a movie, or hidden from sight in a dreary living room watching television. When you pay bills, or car fares or talk to people, they see the job they're doing, but never you.

You can read merely to pass the time, or you can read with an overt urgency, but eventually you will read against the clock.

But too much stress causes the suspension bridge to collapse, the string of the violin to snap, and the drum head to burst. And stress can kill you.

I'd be churched to death, bridge-partied to death, called upon to give book reviews at the Amanuensis Club, expected to become a part of the community. It takes a lot of what I don't have to be a member of this wedding.

The best minds in the country have told us who you are. You can't escape it, and we don't blame you for it, but we do ask you to conduct yourself within the rules that those who know have laid down for your behavior, and don't try to be anything else.

They drew up her bosom to giddy heights, pinched in her waist, flared out her rear, and managed to suggest that Alexandra's had once been an hourglass figure.

Our society cultivates guilt feelings in women such that many of us still feel guilty if we are anything less than an emotional service station to others.

Being constantly with other people places a pressure of normality on me that I can't always bear. Here, alone, I can be the way I am. My version of ordinary.

Adults constantly raise the bar on smart children, precisely because they're able to handle it. The children get overwhelmed by the tasks in front of them and gradually lose the sort of openness and sense of accomplishment they innately have. When they're treated like that, children start to crawl inside a shell and keep everything inside. It takes a lot of time and effort to get them to open up again. Kids' hearts are malleable, but once they gel it's hard to get them back the way they were.

That's how people live in the real world: forcing stuff on each other.

At times like this, adults need a drink

All imperfections are forced upon the imperfect, so the 'perfect' can live content and oblivious.

I don't know, it's stupid being 20, she said. I'm just not ready. It feels weird. Like somebody's pushing me from behind.

I'll bet they think they can leave you alone because you've really got it together. But maybe sometimes you don't really have it together.

I hate requests. They make me feel unhappy. It's like when I take a book out of the library. As soon as I start to read it, all I can think about is when I'll finish it.

If you belong to the majority, you can avoid thinking about lots of troubling things.

The music world is where child prodigies go to die.

You're not telling me anything I don't know already. 'Relax your body, and the rest of you will ligthen up.' What's the point of saying that to me? If I relaxed my body now, I'd fall apart. I've always lived like this, and its' the only way I know how to go on living. If I relaxed for a second, I'd never find my way back. I'd go to pieces, and the pieces would be blown away. Why can't you see that? How can you talk about watching over me if you can't see that?

There is good evidence that when people are put under pressure, they regress to their most habituated ways of responding

You're scared because you expect a lot from yourself and you're afraid you'll underperform.

Being a woman was a trap. Something would bring you down before you were twenty-three. The only time the world shows you any favor, or cuts you any slack, is during that very brief period of courtship where the world is trying to fuck you for the first time.