Quotes About Pressure

How many times have you carried the burden of thinking you have to live up to some ideal "fairy-tale" image of a good mother?

I played professional level sports. When you're playing for money, it's a whole other level.

If somebody says "I love you" to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol holder requires? "I love you, too.

I guess you Da Man now, Filthy, JB says. And for the first time in my life I don't want to be. I bet the dishes you miss number fifty, he says, walking away. Where's he going? Hey, I shout. We Da Man. And when he turns around I toss him the ball. He dribbles back to the top of the key, fixes his eyes on the goal. I watch the ball leave his hands like a bird up high, skating the sky, crossing over us.

agent was only back because Adam had brought some pressure to bear in the right places, but there was no reason for Hedgelin to know that. The man was right about one thing—Shepherd was a good agent. Even if he and Jaid were having absolutely no luck with Lambert.

Thank you Mama for the nine months you carried me through/…No one knows the pressure you bear a just only you." —SIZZLA

It is said that the mother of King George III told him: "George, be king!" and that many of this well-meaning but far from brilliant monarch's troubles stemmed from trying to obey her. Likewise, Susie Lovecraft in effect told her son: "Be a gentleman!" She succeeded in making him into a lifelong snob

You come back and you do it right now," Morgead bellowed in her ears and in her mind. "Right now! Do you hear me?

She had seen those eyes dark with brooding anger and cold as ice, she'd seen his gaze veiled like a spiderweb and shattering like a gate under pressure. But she'd never seen them as they were now. Full of wondering joy and disbelief, and an almost frightened awe.

If it had been touch, it might have been pressure-not an uncomfortable pressure, but one that swept away all the pain of her headache. Like a river rushing through her mind, clearing out everything stagnant and clotted and decayed.

I say that our system of tests and grades, as it now exists, is one source of the low yield of great men from our universities. The marking system is a traumatic experience from which most students emerge with a deep determination never to get into a situation where they can be marked again. They just won't ever again take a chance.

You can keep it a secret.... But secrets have their own weight, and it can be a very heavy one.

I don't feel any pressure to lose weight - and in any case, if I didn't have my food I'd be a nasty piece of work and wouldn't be able to function.

Children who are given adult responsibilities when they're too young to handle them are forever after worried about properly fulfilling their responsibilities; they never seem to accept that they were too young to manage the task but instead internalize their failure to accomplish it.

It's like if someone had a loaded gun in your face. I don't know how else to describe how it felt to try to talk to my father. Even on a good day. If someone always has a loaded gun in your face, you weigh every word before you say it. You only dare say it if it might save you. But you're never sure, so there's this tendency to freeze. Say nothing at all.

Situations are like that. They take up all the time you used to use for working and eating and sleeping. They soak up your whole life like a black hole in space soaks up the sunlight. And then, where you used to have a life, all you have left is a situation.

My older relatives grabbed me and latched onto me, and I felt like they wanted something from me. Their love felt like a demand. Then I let go and they pinched my cheeks and kissed them, and it only made me feel drained, like I had all the love and they only wanted to refill their tanks by taking some of mine.

people want you to do what they think

until my brain was overloaded. I felt like I was blowing fuses in my head.

what's worse, if you're expected not to show your feelings, or if you're expected to show them so they can be disregarded?

Once you throw down that gauntlet of ultimatum, the "one more thing" will happen. Nat figured it probably wouldn't even matter much what it was. It would be the straw that broke her. And it had been defined. Prepared for. So it would happen. It was only a matter of time.

Being stern was like being underwater-she could do it, but never for long, and how her whole boy burned to come up for breath!

I challenge anyone not to feel worn down after weeks and months of having to be grateful. When there is little enough left of your true self, somehow the gratitude feels like the last straw. Or

I think the greatest amount of pressure is the pressure I place on myself. So in a way I chose to be alone.