Quotes About Pressure

all the stars out there, she thought, and all the worlds those stars existed in; and all the non-stars too, the strivers, everyone worried about their own careers, their own trajectories, how it looked, what it meant, what other people thought of them. It was just too much to take in; it was just so sickening and unnecessary. Leave success and fame and money and an extraordinary

Sexual debut. Sometimes it seemed to Deenie that high school was like a long game of And Then There Were None. Every Monday, another girl's debut.

It's enraging, recalling a dozen, a hundred, a thousand times in my life a man telling me to relax, be a team player, stop worrying so much, take it easy and roll with the punches. We're all on the same team.

It's hard, he told her, when everyone wants it so much but you're the one who has to do it.

I think people are born bisexual and the make subconscious choices based on the pressures of society. I have no question in my mind about being bisexual. But I'm also a hypocrite: I would never date a girl who is bisexual, because that means they also sleep with men, and men are so dirty that I'd never sleep with a girl who had slept with a man.

Sometimes," Joe said after a bit, "it's just easier to keep being what everyone expects you to be. Even if that's what you're not, anymore.

Feeling pressured into doing something I didn't want to do for people I didn't want to please.

It was a kiss perfect in length and pressure and emotion, but unlike in the movies it didn't make everything all better.

she suffered from an "impetuosity of feeling." The effort to "say everything in a breath" caused her only to "begin at the end, or dash into the middle" of her argument when she felt the pressure to defend herself. The same pressure "gives my voice a tone, which those around me mistake for anger with them; and thus I leave the impression of having a confused head & a bad temper.

Those were the best times, when I was still all promise and potential. Because right now I'm definitely not the most important sixteen-year-old on the planet. Not even ish. I'm just another prebumped girl dangerously close to wasting her prime reproductivity.

Yet another example of how every girl had to be one or the other: Pretty or smart.

A nagging thought: What did I have to show for all that free time the mothers didn't have?

I don't really want to have a baby; I want to want to have a baby." I longed to feel like everybody else, but I had to face the fact that I did not.

Fame is like a suffocating castle sieged by the enemy.

I want to cry because my mind is working too much

I find it hard to believe that she was just seventeen, my age now, when she was married and taken halfway across the world. But then again, Mama was just seventeen when she gave birth to me, so it makes me realize how young we youth of today really are. Maybe we know more or think we know more, or do a lot more, but we haven't been through as much. We'd never be able to cope with the pressures our mothers and grandmothers went through.

It's way too tense. Someone's either going to get into a fight or cry. Neither option is preferable.

I hate weddings,' she says. 'They make me feel so unmarried. Actually, even brushing my teeth makes me feel unmarried.

Well don't demand the spotlight if you can't handle the attention.

being a teenager these days is not for the faint of heart.

I longed to stabilize my core identity and to withstand the pressure of other people's words, behaviors, moods, and perceptions. I wanted to be less easily thrown.

The great ideas arise when you give freedom," declared the Rockefeller Foundation's Warren Weaver—"freedom to think, freedom from other pressures—to individuals of great intellectual capacity . . . and let them be motivated primarily by their curiosity to find out how nature operates.

In the immemorial style of young men under pressure, they decided to lie down for a while and waste time.

Social pressure is the fascism of the democracies. Fascism is the democracy of the ruthless. Social engineering is the opiate of romantic intellectuals.