A tough manager will have realistic quotas for his employees that he keeps to himself and aggressively stretch quotas, anywhere from ten percent higher to a lot more, which he imposes on his staff. If his people miss the stretch numbers but exceed the realistic goals, he's happy. If he's a superb manager, he knows how far they can stretch without breaking.
Regarding perfection, that's a very difficult question. I can say that I have superseded most in my sadhana [practice]. I am in it, and my mind and my intelligence gets better in my sadhana, and it reaches a certain place. When I stretch, I stretch in such a way that my awareness moves, and a gate of awareness finally opens... My body is a laboratory, you can say. I don't stretch my body as if it is an object. I do yoga from the self towards the body, not the other way around,
If a human being dreams a great dream, dares to love somebody; if a human being dares to be Martin King, or Mahatma Gandhi, or Mother Theresa, or Malcolm X; if a human being dares to be bigger than the condition into which she or he was born-it means so can you. And so you can try to stretch, stretch, stretch yourself so you can internalize, 'Homo sum, humani nil a me alienum puto. I am a human being, nothing human can be alien to me.' That's one thing I'm learning.
It's the best gift in the world to be able to get up and dance because it's the best gym. You artistically stretch your brain and you physically stretch your body to a higher point than a singular rotation movement like running. It makes your whole body move in lots of different ways, and it can make you very flexible as well, which is good for later life.
As a child abuse and neglect therapist I do battle daily with Christians enamored of the Old Testament phrase "Spare the rod and spoil the child." No matter how far I stretch my imagination, it does not stretch far enough to include the image of a cool dude like Jesus taking a rod to a kid.
He's just very deceiving. He just covers a lot of ground with ease. I got to the three-eighths pole, and I even got a little concerned because he was so relaxed. I wasn't sure if he was going to fire, but I didn't want to test him that early. As soon as I got to the top of the stretch I shook him up and got an immediate response. In the stretch, once I knew he wasn't going to get beat, I put my hands down and he eased himself up. He's a real smart horse and he's got a great attitude.
Ramon A. Dominguez
It is a pink and blue feeling, as sharp as clear sky; a slight breeze, and the edges of Lake Nakuru would rise like the ruffle at the edge of a skirt; and I am pockmarked with whole-body pinpricks of potentiality. A stretch of my body would surely stretch as far as the sky. The whole universe poised, and I am the agent of any movement.
Authenticity is not possible without embracing the 'and' within us. Our minds like to categorize things into neatly labeled boxes. Am I right, or is she right? Let's stretch our minds to I can be right and so can she. Embracing the 'and' is like yoga for the brain. When we train ourselves to hold paradoxes by stretching ourselves out of the boxes our minds create, we stretch into new possibilities and adapt more quickly in a fast-changing world.
Grief is a stern teacher, but I am confident I could not have learned some lessons in any other way. For that, I am grateful. Grateful to God for loving me enough to stretch me and push me and crush me, to refine me in the furnace of affliction, to force me to stretch my faith beyond what I could see. God loves me more than I can possible comprehend. He watches over me. He watches over all of us. But if the way were easy, how could we grow into who He wants us to be? How could our faith become unshakable?
A seeker searched for years to know the secret of achievement and success in human life. One night in a dream a sage appeared bearing the answer to the secret. The sage said simply: "Stretch out your hand and reach what you can." "No, it can't be that simple," the seeker said. And the sage said softly, "You are right, it is something harder. It is this: Stretch out your hand and reach what you cannot." Now that's vision.
Joan D. Chittister
Skye said when she looked at Lise, she saw a black mark, an aura. Just like the mark on Lise's thigh, it was a warming. Deenie thought of it now, of Lise and the stretch mark on her thigh. And how the fevered mind of her fevered friend might believe anything. But also, somewhere inside, it felt the smallest bit true. That the stretch mark was a kind of witch's mark, the blot of Lise's body that reminded you of what she had been -a plump, awkward girl- before the lithesome beauty took her place. It was a kind of witchcraft, that transformation.
I WANNA HAVE ME A MOTORCYCLE TO TAKE ME ON DOWN THE ROAD A RAT-BIKE MADE OF HARLEY PARTS OR A NORTON COMMANDO THEN MEET ME ON THE HIGHWAY WE'LL TAKE ANOTHER RUN ON DOWN THAT FINAL STRETCH OF BLACK-TOP BEFORE THE GRAVEL TAKES BACK THE GROUND ONCE I SAW THE BAT-MOBILE IN A LAS VEGAS CASINO MUSEUM AND I ASKED THE MAN COULD I DRIVE IT AND HE SAID WELL YOU SEE SON THIS CAR AIN'T GOT NO WORKS IT WAS BUILT JUST FOR SHOW AIN'T THAT JUST LIKE LIFE THAT'S THE WAY A LOT OF US GO THEN MEET ME ON THE HIGHWAY WE'LL TAKE ANOTHER RUN ON DOWN THAT FINAL STRETCH OF BLACK-TOP BEFORE THE GRAVEL TAKES BACK THE GROUND I WANNA BE LIKE BIG DADDY GARLITZ IN A BLOWN GTO ON I-90 IN THE EARLY MORNING SUNLIGHT WITH NO ONE ON THE ROAD BUT ME THEN MEET ME ON THE HIGHWAY WE'LL TAKE ANOTHER RUN ON DOWN THAT FINAL STRETCH OF BLACK-TOP BEFORE THE GRAVEL TAKES BACK THE GROUND I WANNA HAVE ME A MOTORCYCLE TO TAKE ME ON DOWN THE ROAD A RAT-BIKE MADE OF HARLEY PARTS OR A NORTON COMMANDO THEN MEET ME ON THE HIGHWAY WE'LL TAKE ANOTHER RUN ON DOWN THAT FINAL STRETCH OF BLACK-TOP BEFORE THE GRAVEL TAKES BACK THE GROUND