Victoria Pendleton Quotes

One major obstacle in the fight against corruption is the reluctance of individuals to ‘blow the whistle’ on corrupt activities. Fear of retribution from employers or colleagues dissuades many from reporting cases of corruption. employees to raise concerns without fear of reprisal. Third, workers themselves must know and understand their rights under the law in order to be able to report misconduct in a proper manner.

If someone has been paying you or employing you, it is very difficult to blow the whistle. It offends our sense of loyalty.

If I would have thought like fans think, I'd be broke and brain dead and fighting everybody every weekend.

If you have something to get off of your chest, there is a proper way to do it. Everybody has a bad day, and, for some people, you're under a microscope and you have to deal with the consequences of having a bad day in front of people. But everyone has them.

A lot of young coaches who respect the fact I have been doing it a long time, that is often their question: 'Does it get any easier? Can you relax more during the games? Can you take it all a little bit more philosophically and put it more in perspective?' The tragedy is that I have to tell them, 'No. If anything, it gets worse.'

Depression is real, and that really hit me hard. I was going through a phase where I wasn't talking to no one. Only my son. Me and my son would do stuff, but I was talking to no one.

With more and more stress from work, at times I really do hope to have someone I can lean upon.

Just keep trying things, without really understanding the underlying fibers of well-being, or peace or civility, then you're just going to stumble from one disaster to another.

I had a lot of frustrations, and I was drinking far too much, and I was just trying to survive and this is what came out of it.

I wake up in the night screaming sometimes when I've had a fight with my husband, more than with the company. I still sleep very well. I take it day by day. I am a very pragmatic person. That's how I survive.

When pressure mounts and strain increases everyone begins to show the weaknesses in his makeup. It is up to the Commander to conceal his: above all to conceal doubt, fear, and distrust.

When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self-hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. You are not sickening for anything, you have not suffered a minor brain lesion, you are not all that bad at your job, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a s**t you are, you have not come at last to see life as it really is and there is no use crying over spilt milk.

Why are you breaking down, incidentally? I mean if you’re able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can’t you use the same energy to stay well and busy?

You'd have to be kind of a bonehead not to feel pressure.

I never enjoyed life in my twenties, not one minute of it. It was a test of endurance that I'm surprised I survived. Professionally, of course, I was doing very well but personally it couldn't have been worse or more difficult for me if I'd been living in a mud hut in Leeds.

Mental health days only exist for people who have the luxury of saying 'I don't want to deal with things today' and then can take the whole day off, while the rest of us are stuck fighting the fights we always fight, with no one really caring one way or another, unless...

Anxiety is loves greatest killer.

Before any great achievement, some measure of depression is very usual.

Sharing our depressions felt like having survived a war. The experience bonds you to the other person for life.

Making our goal anything other than peace is emotionally self-destructive.

I can't please everyone. I am trying not to let the pressure consume me.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.

I did rocks, all this dumb stuff. But now it's just trying to stay afloat and just get through the days.

If you treat every situation as a life and death matter, you'll die a lot of times.

Please don't tell me to relax, it's only my tension that's holding me together.