Quotes About Pressure

And if you call me moron one more time, I'll blow your brains out." Trace turns to him and smiles. "Then you can land this plane . . . moron.

A month ago, Rowan would have denied that he could ever become such a monster, but now he wasn't so sure. The pressure to surrender was greater every day. He had to hope that if Volta had never truly surrendered to the darkness, then maybe he might stand a chance as well.

There are still things to be handle; there will always be things to be handled. Nobody ever gets caught up and finished on what there is to do. And even if you do, for a moment, feel a central peace, there is always somebody walking behind you with a switchblade.

Everybody had to conform, find a mold to fit into. Doctor, lawyer, soldier -- it didn't matter what it was. Once in the mold you had to push forward. Sussex was as helpless as the next man. Either you managed to do something or you starved in the streets.

This kind of life is like everybody else's kind of life: it's killing us.

our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners. it hasn't told us about the gutters or the suicides.

One may say there is a force like a hundred thousand wedges...

Few people can resist doing what is universally expected of them. This invisible pressure is more difficult to stand against than individual tyranny.

Whether you pick well or poorly, the act of choosing carries grief. Leaves you wondering, years later, what life might have been had you chosen differently. . . . Or even wishing you'd simply paused, taken a long, deep breath. Not allowed the personal moment and the pattern of your family and your stupid culture to shove you two-handed from behind, forcing you to stumble unbalanced into the future

wishing you'd simply paused, taken a long, deep breath. Not allowed the personal moment and the pattern of your family and your stupid culture to shove you two-handed from behind, forcing you to stumble unbalanced into the future.

We gain the ability to rejoice under pressure through a carefully monitored training program directed by the Lord Himself.

Aprendamos esta lección de Nehemías: usted nunca alivia la carga, a menos que antes haya sentido la presión en su propia alma. Usted no será nunca usado por Dios para llevar bendición, hasta que Dios le haya abierto los ojos y le haya hecho ver las cosas como son.4

Britain is relying on you, Bob, so try not to make your usual hash of things.

It's amazing how much work you can get done in three days if you hold a blowtorch to each end of the candle.

Being management means having to hold your hands behind your back while your inexperienced junior staff crap all over a job you could have done in five seconds—and then taking their mess right on the chin.

Compliance with the mile-high stack of social expectations you grow up with as a girl turns out to be mandatory if you want to get ahead in business. Be blonde, be skinny, and don't forget to smile, bitch.

the most dangerous kind of job stress stems from having "low control" over one's responsibilities.

Their eagerness to learn was replaced by a bizarre and erroneous notion that education is somehow a competition, not a process whereby a person becomes more capable and complete. There is even a term for the elite high school students most consumed by this phenomenon: "crispies"—because they have burned out. On

Maybe it's a stretch to blame a broader social pathology on hyper-competitive soccer parents. Still, there is not a huge downside to asking every once in a while, Why am I doing this? We will know for certain that my analysis is wrong when we see the following obituary: Bob Smith died yesterday at the age of 74. He finished life in 186th place.

That's what happens when you get a regular job, other people's shit becomes your problem. 'Course, by the time you got that figured, it's up around your ears and you're just trying to keep your fucking mouth shut.

There is nothing heavier than the burden of potential

And my mom will know what's coming and that she can't win this argument. And so she backs off. But when Dad gets like this, you can only back off so far before, all of a sudden, your back is to the wall and there's no place left to go. And Mom is already

An hour show panics me a lot less than five minutes at the O2. How do you put yourself across and make sure people have a good time in five minutes?

Five minutes before I went on, I looked at my manager and said, I'm going to get booed. I know it's going to happen. And you're responsible because you put me on here. It was horrible. I've never been more hurt in my entire life.