Quotes About Pressure

After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one son and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race.

Me sentía deprimida. Había sido desenmascarada esa misma mañana por la propia Jota Ce y sentía ahora que todas las incómodas sospechas que tenía sobre mí misma se confirmaban y que no podría ocultar la verdad por mucho más tiempo. Al cabo de diecinueve años de correr tras buenas calificaciones y premios y becas de una u otra clase, estaba abandonando, disminuyendo la velocidad, saliéndome abiertamente de la carrera.

The feeling one must get up earlier and earlier to get ahead of the day, which by one o'clock is determined.

I feel sick, this week, of having written nothing lately. The Novel got to be such a big idea, I got panicked.

enjoying the pressure of reading, thinking, while at my back is always the mocking tick: A Life is Passing. My Life.

In the West we are driven by an extreme form of guilt -- if you are not seen to be working like a dog, you're perceived as being slothful.

Running an expedition can bring out the worst in a man. It can make you a power-crazed monster.

Her immediate, instinctive response was to distract herself with physical pain. She wanted to go to the kitchen and get a knife and cut herself to relieve the pressure and clear her mind.

Hello, he greeted her cheerfully. You must be Alan of Trebond. You're very hardy to have made it this far the first day. Has anyone said what we try to learn in here? Alanna said the first thing that came to her lips. The only thing I know is that I jump when I'm told to and I have no free time.

That's all this job is, Daine, she explained. Trying to please everyone and pleasing no one. And it will only get worse, not better.

we all face similar pressures to forget the simple truth of who we are. Particularly the truths that don't jive with what we see around us. As time wears us down we can forget who we once were.

In our Type A culture, people frequently equate verbosity with control and success.

Los Angeles is such a town of show business, and I'm a terrible celebrity. I find it difficult - it's the beast that must be fed. There's this big wheel of pictures and articles that goes around, and you get pinned on it.

I mean there's enormous pressures to harmonize freedom of speech legislation and transparency legislation around the world - within the E.U., between China and the United States. Which way is it going to go? It's hard to see.

Can I give them what they think they're going to get from me? That's always the big question.

She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

You're running out of tomorrows." Running out of tomorrows, I repeated to myself in my room, sprawling across my bed to begin another midnight marathon of homework. Sometimes I felt as if there were no tomorrows, that everything, my whole life, was crammed into one long day. A continuous stretch of meaningless time. Sometimes I even wished there was no tomorrow, if this was all I had to look forward to.

Expectations. They ruled my life. -Ch.14

Women, more often than not, do things which aren't remotely relaxing but are all about preening, which is just another sort of work.

What I find most upsetting about this new all-consuming beauty culture is that the obsession with good looks, and how you can supposedly attain them, is almost entirely female-driven.

Suicide is much easier and more acceptable in Hollywood than growing old gracefully.

Everyone comes up to me saying, 'Cooee, Julie! Hello!' as if I know them. Of course I don't bloody know them. Am I flummoxed by it? Sometimes. I think, 'Ooh, love, go easy.' For a time, I did feel this pressure that I had to be funny, but it passes.

It wasn't being an alcoholic - it was going wild. It happened when I got famous. It was like having my teens in my early thirties: blotting out your life, not having to think about anything.

countervailing pressures, the most important of which was the trade union movement, which waged a successful hundred-year struggle for shorter hours. But once this quest ended after the Second World War, reductions in hours virtually ceased. Not long after unions gave up the fight, the American worker's hours began to rise.